I read a fun book that was a quick read, but a really nice one. The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion is an endearing tale of a socially awkward yet super smart scientist, who effectively learns how to navigate his way in the world through falling in love unexpectedly. I'm looking forward to reading its sequel, The Rosie Effect. I'm really interested in seeing how the romance progresses, in that inescapable journey of marriage.
In a slightly more serious and seasonal move, I'm also reading The Last Temptation of Christ. I've started this book several times, but I feel this is the season that I'll actually finish it. I cannot fully describe how this work has changed me, and enhanced my faith. It's kind of funny because I had the soundtrack from the movie a long time ago, and loved it, but yet never watched the film, and only started the book so long ago, until my recent, devoted attempt.
I don't know how much I'll keep up with this blog, obviously, but I'm so glad that I caught up with my faithful reader, my sister-in-law. She did not even give me a hard time about not keeping up with this. In any case, I'm feeling much better about my reading currently, and am so excited about the many books.
Oh yeah, enjoyed a great book by Daniel Silva, The English Girl. This was rather engrossing and suspenseful novel, and I love the idea of reading about spies and foreign intrigue. I doubt that I will read books like this exclusively, but this was interesting to me, and had some fine wisdom in it.
Well, that's all for today. Happy Easter!
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Monday, December 8, 2014
Yes, I have been reading, but not blogging
So very sorry, but did not mention that I had read The Last Kind Words Saloon by Larry McMurtry. I found this very interesting, pleasant, and insightful. How about that Wild West! Although it is imperative that I read Lonesome Dove in my life journey, now is not quite the time, so this light and elegant novel really made me happy.
Rather frenetically read Life After Life by Kate Atkinson, that was some kind of a thought experiment. It helped me to understand a little bit more about being a woman, you know, in times of war, and also childbearing, that mystery that is beyond my comprehension. I've learned that this is not actually a book to recommend to everybody, but I really don't want to be the only person in the whole wide world who has read it. I doubt very seriously that my husband will read it, though in all fairness, I have not yet read Lonesome Dove. Who knows what the future holds?
Just finished The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. This was a very pleasant read, for those of us that just love books. Verily happily did I recommend it to an acquaintance who loves books, a Friend of the Library, who no longer holds the book sales in the basement, and is loathe to volunteer after having been notified that she is no longer allowed this territory of her favorite library, because the new director deemed the basement as unsafe, after a minor accident there. I can't wait to hear what she thinks of this book. The sci-fi that she recommends is usually too hard for me to read.
Right now my task is to figure out what to read next, even though I think that I had thought of something, though I honestly cannot remember what. It was probably a self-help book anyway, and I try not to post about those that I read and/or skim.
Happy Holidays!
Rather frenetically read Life After Life by Kate Atkinson, that was some kind of a thought experiment. It helped me to understand a little bit more about being a woman, you know, in times of war, and also childbearing, that mystery that is beyond my comprehension. I've learned that this is not actually a book to recommend to everybody, but I really don't want to be the only person in the whole wide world who has read it. I doubt very seriously that my husband will read it, though in all fairness, I have not yet read Lonesome Dove. Who knows what the future holds?
Just finished The Storied Life of A. J. Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin. This was a very pleasant read, for those of us that just love books. Verily happily did I recommend it to an acquaintance who loves books, a Friend of the Library, who no longer holds the book sales in the basement, and is loathe to volunteer after having been notified that she is no longer allowed this territory of her favorite library, because the new director deemed the basement as unsafe, after a minor accident there. I can't wait to hear what she thinks of this book. The sci-fi that she recommends is usually too hard for me to read.
Right now my task is to figure out what to read next, even though I think that I had thought of something, though I honestly cannot remember what. It was probably a self-help book anyway, and I try not to post about those that I read and/or skim.
Happy Holidays!
Thursday, August 21, 2014
This is my take on The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt. I did enjoy it, and admittedly I did fall in love with the beautifully drawn characters of Theo and Boris, and Hobie. I felt much sympathy for Theo's love for Pippa, assuredly. And his dear friend family who took him in was lovable, too.
The only problem that I found with the novel was its great length, but when I finished it, it was with much satisfaction. I can see how the book might be especially boring if the reader doesn't appreciate really impressive substance abuse, but as a significant part of the character's lives, it does read well.
So it's not a book for everybody, but it is right nice for me.
I am now completely enamored of Matthew Quick, whom you might know from The Silver Linings Playbook. I very quickly and happily read, The Good Luck of Right Now, which is his latest. What is so nice about this book is that it has incredibly quirky characters, that are also incredibly lovable.
Now I'm reading The Signature of All Things, by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's pretty good, not too precious, and interesting, especially if one shares an interst in botany.
Another book that I read and incredibly enjoyed recently was Here to Get My Baby Out of Jail by Louise Shivers. What a treasure to read, and what a lovely lady who wrote it. Although I was motivated to read the book by her recent passing, I'm glad that I was able to share this book with her, in my life.
Well, that's enought blogging for today. I hope that all is well.
The only problem that I found with the novel was its great length, but when I finished it, it was with much satisfaction. I can see how the book might be especially boring if the reader doesn't appreciate really impressive substance abuse, but as a significant part of the character's lives, it does read well.
So it's not a book for everybody, but it is right nice for me.
I am now completely enamored of Matthew Quick, whom you might know from The Silver Linings Playbook. I very quickly and happily read, The Good Luck of Right Now, which is his latest. What is so nice about this book is that it has incredibly quirky characters, that are also incredibly lovable.
Now I'm reading The Signature of All Things, by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's pretty good, not too precious, and interesting, especially if one shares an interst in botany.
Another book that I read and incredibly enjoyed recently was Here to Get My Baby Out of Jail by Louise Shivers. What a treasure to read, and what a lovely lady who wrote it. Although I was motivated to read the book by her recent passing, I'm glad that I was able to share this book with her, in my life.
Well, that's enought blogging for today. I hope that all is well.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Hi. Sorry not to have posted for so long, but I just haven't really felt like saying anything. Plus I'm hooked now on Goodreads.
In keeping with my fascination with the artistic temperament, I read two books that were just splendid. Guests on Earth by Lee Smith is a tender book about a young lady who grows up in a mental health treatment center in North Carolina, whose life intercedes with another patient, Zelda Fitzgerald. This is, of course, based in reality, though it is beautifully crafted fiction. The narrator, Evalina, is perhaps the sweetest psych patient that is actually a gifted musician. The title of the book comes from a quote by F. Scott about mental patients being, "guests on earth." Funny, I know the feeling.
The other book that I super incredibly enjoyed was I Always Loved You by Robin Olivera, or maybe Oliviera, I can't remember exactly, my bad. This chronicled the love between Mary Cassatt and Edgar Degas, which was wrought in a love for painting and mutual respect, though tempered by the romantic social constraints of the time. It was a delight to read because of my new love for the French Impressionists, and because Mary Cassatt is so amazing, especially for her time.
OK so I left this as a draft for a long time, but I've been reading, and here's an update of a similar theme. Just finished Luncheon of the Boating Party by Susan Vreeland, which also chronicled the lifestyle of a French Impressionist, Auguste Renoir. This was a splendid, though at times ponderous read, that took me forever to finish, but had a very satisfying ending and inspired me to paint, for the love of it. That's my take-away from the Impressionists, paint because you love it. Degas, in fact told Cassatt, that she "paints love," and that was her strength.
These books made me so glad to be alive, despite difficulty, and have encouraged me to make art. Granted, I'm still slow as molasses, but now the element of love is a part of my book selection and reading, and now as well of my painting. I'll keep you posted on my next endeavors, though I think that my current book, The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt, might take me a little while to finish.
Oh well, I love it. :)
In keeping with my fascination with the artistic temperament, I read two books that were just splendid. Guests on Earth by Lee Smith is a tender book about a young lady who grows up in a mental health treatment center in North Carolina, whose life intercedes with another patient, Zelda Fitzgerald. This is, of course, based in reality, though it is beautifully crafted fiction. The narrator, Evalina, is perhaps the sweetest psych patient that is actually a gifted musician. The title of the book comes from a quote by F. Scott about mental patients being, "guests on earth." Funny, I know the feeling.
The other book that I super incredibly enjoyed was I Always Loved You by Robin Olivera, or maybe Oliviera, I can't remember exactly, my bad. This chronicled the love between Mary Cassatt and Edgar Degas, which was wrought in a love for painting and mutual respect, though tempered by the romantic social constraints of the time. It was a delight to read because of my new love for the French Impressionists, and because Mary Cassatt is so amazing, especially for her time.
OK so I left this as a draft for a long time, but I've been reading, and here's an update of a similar theme. Just finished Luncheon of the Boating Party by Susan Vreeland, which also chronicled the lifestyle of a French Impressionist, Auguste Renoir. This was a splendid, though at times ponderous read, that took me forever to finish, but had a very satisfying ending and inspired me to paint, for the love of it. That's my take-away from the Impressionists, paint because you love it. Degas, in fact told Cassatt, that she "paints love," and that was her strength.
These books made me so glad to be alive, despite difficulty, and have encouraged me to make art. Granted, I'm still slow as molasses, but now the element of love is a part of my book selection and reading, and now as well of my painting. I'll keep you posted on my next endeavors, though I think that my current book, The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt, might take me a little while to finish.
Oh well, I love it. :)
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Freud's Mistress, by Karen Mack and Donna Kaufman, was a very much fun read, especially if one is a psychology fan. Read this recently, though am now taking a nonfiction break.
Have been realizing that I should totally check the publication date on stuff, though also realizing that sometimes this doesn't matter so much. Can you trust anything in this world at any given time, any way? I wish that I were not so suspicious of everything, but at the same time, am glad to be so.
Our Posthuman Future: Consequences of the Biotechnology Revolution by Francis Fukuyama, is the nonfiction dating from 2002 that I'm reading currently. I grabbed it from the book return box, so was not actually led to the work from any personal intellectual pursuit. Really, I just love thinking of the future. I hope it all turns out okay.
My foray into the infidelity of the late nineteenth century has made my nonfiction find even more exciting and thought provoking. I hope that the future will be tolerable and that there will continue to be great books to read. I still don't agree that men should keep mistresses, though, even if it does make for a fun read on a lazy weekend.
Have been realizing that I should totally check the publication date on stuff, though also realizing that sometimes this doesn't matter so much. Can you trust anything in this world at any given time, any way? I wish that I were not so suspicious of everything, but at the same time, am glad to be so.
Our Posthuman Future: Consequences of the Biotechnology Revolution by Francis Fukuyama, is the nonfiction dating from 2002 that I'm reading currently. I grabbed it from the book return box, so was not actually led to the work from any personal intellectual pursuit. Really, I just love thinking of the future. I hope it all turns out okay.
My foray into the infidelity of the late nineteenth century has made my nonfiction find even more exciting and thought provoking. I hope that the future will be tolerable and that there will continue to be great books to read. I still don't agree that men should keep mistresses, though, even if it does make for a fun read on a lazy weekend.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Sorry not to have updated in so long. My extra time has been taken up by reading! I read two books recently, that brought attention to passing time and to changing romance morality.
Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf, was a delight to read, especially with a fondness for the time from which the novel dates. There were several characters involved in a very, very long and drawn out pursuit of marriage. This was charming to read, though somewhat agonizing from the perspective of this day and age. Actually Woolf's presentation of the inward and external turmoils of love did not really deviate from any modern agony, because that is the nature of love, you know.
The other book that I read was a more contemporary novel, On Beauty, by Zadie Smith. In this novel there is a more established love relationship, and a long lasting marriage is described. While there is not so much anxiety concerning who will marry, the morality of maintaining a marriage is explored in an agonizing episode of inward and external turmoil.
While I did enjoy both books for different reasons, I must say that it was refreshing to consider the uprightness of Woolf's characters, especially when contrasted with the events of the modern day romance. The question of what exactly is love, of course, is an enduring human struggle, for which all of the characters were beautifully described by both authors. Because those presented with the problem of love were so tenderly portrayed in both novels, I have to say that I fell in love a little bit with both books, even if it was strange to read these two particular novels in immediate succession, because of the changing social mores of the times.
One particularly naughty bit in Smith's novel almost made me decide that I did not enjoy the book, but because I was already so drawn into those particularly dear characters, I decided to forgive the novel. I also forgave Woolf for making me feel as anxious for her characters as she did. In both instances, I felt as if they had just asked my mother what to do, she would have set them straight. :)
Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf, was a delight to read, especially with a fondness for the time from which the novel dates. There were several characters involved in a very, very long and drawn out pursuit of marriage. This was charming to read, though somewhat agonizing from the perspective of this day and age. Actually Woolf's presentation of the inward and external turmoils of love did not really deviate from any modern agony, because that is the nature of love, you know.
The other book that I read was a more contemporary novel, On Beauty, by Zadie Smith. In this novel there is a more established love relationship, and a long lasting marriage is described. While there is not so much anxiety concerning who will marry, the morality of maintaining a marriage is explored in an agonizing episode of inward and external turmoil.
While I did enjoy both books for different reasons, I must say that it was refreshing to consider the uprightness of Woolf's characters, especially when contrasted with the events of the modern day romance. The question of what exactly is love, of course, is an enduring human struggle, for which all of the characters were beautifully described by both authors. Because those presented with the problem of love were so tenderly portrayed in both novels, I have to say that I fell in love a little bit with both books, even if it was strange to read these two particular novels in immediate succession, because of the changing social mores of the times.
One particularly naughty bit in Smith's novel almost made me decide that I did not enjoy the book, but because I was already so drawn into those particularly dear characters, I decided to forgive the novel. I also forgave Woolf for making me feel as anxious for her characters as she did. In both instances, I felt as if they had just asked my mother what to do, she would have set them straight. :)
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sorry not to have posted recently, I've been so busy reading. Was entirely caught up in MaddAddam by Margaret Atwood, which so excellently concludes her brilliant trilogy begun with Oryx and Crake and continued in The Year of the Flood. I think that everyone should read these books, especially my brother and his wife. :) I have a brilliant older lady crush on Margaret Atwood now, and am soon to read Surfacing because I just can't get enough.
I've also picked up On Beauty, by Zadie Smith, that I'm reading at lunch break. This I'm enjoying, and am finding to be quite interesting with its memorable characters and pleasing settings. It helps that my brother's wife approves, since she is my literary hero. It's so funny that I had been thinking of the book, and she mentioned that she had liked it, so I started reading it and have been enjoying. I especially like the overlap of the settings of London and New England.
However, the most exciting thing that I'm reading right now is Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf. It is of just enough age as to be written with such lovely care, so that I am ever so slowly and delightfully enjoying it. It's kind of a relief to be certain of women's suffrage while reading it, and this makes the future seem much less bleak with all of its troubles that Atwood so tenderly observes in her books. At least I know that women do get the vote while reading Woolf, which gives me hope for the healing of social issues.
What has made all of these books so nice is the promise of love, that always improves everything. Maybe this is the enduring quality of human writers, after all. Love and hope. Yeah, so I hope that there won't be any unseemly endings to the novels I have not yet finished, but I think I'll be okay because all of these books are so beautifully written, and maybe that's the thrill of the journey. And that ever present cup of tea!
I've also picked up On Beauty, by Zadie Smith, that I'm reading at lunch break. This I'm enjoying, and am finding to be quite interesting with its memorable characters and pleasing settings. It helps that my brother's wife approves, since she is my literary hero. It's so funny that I had been thinking of the book, and she mentioned that she had liked it, so I started reading it and have been enjoying. I especially like the overlap of the settings of London and New England.
However, the most exciting thing that I'm reading right now is Night and Day, by Virginia Woolf. It is of just enough age as to be written with such lovely care, so that I am ever so slowly and delightfully enjoying it. It's kind of a relief to be certain of women's suffrage while reading it, and this makes the future seem much less bleak with all of its troubles that Atwood so tenderly observes in her books. At least I know that women do get the vote while reading Woolf, which gives me hope for the healing of social issues.
What has made all of these books so nice is the promise of love, that always improves everything. Maybe this is the enduring quality of human writers, after all. Love and hope. Yeah, so I hope that there won't be any unseemly endings to the novels I have not yet finished, but I think I'll be okay because all of these books are so beautifully written, and maybe that's the thrill of the journey. And that ever present cup of tea!
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