Or so it feels! But first, a couple of quick notes. If you haven’t seen the book drive Amy and Lenore are having for Nothing But Ghosts by Beth Kephart, go check it out. This is a fantastic way to show our support for authors while having a chance to win some prizes. The book is only $12.23 on Amazon!
Secondly, I wanted to show off my progress in my new quest to read my oldest books while also getting through my library books and review copies. I started two weeks ago, and here’s how the pile looked then:
I’m a little absurdly pleased with myself! I’m still trying to read my older review copies as well. I’m going home in 2 weeks and will have an avalanche of them to read very quickly, so I have to get these out of the way first. Stone’s Fall has been on the top for a while now because I’m still trying to read 30 books in June. So I’ve pretty much abandoned the pile this week because I actually fell behind and had to try to read 4 books in 2 days. I managed it, but only because I got an order of mainly YA books that I could race through. I have 2 1/2 books to go, but after that I’m going to go right for all of these chunksters.
Right now I’m reading Possession by A.S. Byatt. Jennifer at The Literate Housewife and I are reading and reviewing this together, about which I’m very excited, so I’m attempting to go a little more slowly and actually think more about what I’m reading. It’s not hard with this book, though, because I feel like it was written just for me. Obviously, it wasn’t, as I was probably not even born when Byatt came up with the idea and I was four years old when it won the Booker Prize. I’ve only read 100 pages but already it’s tapping deep into so many things I love. I don’t talk about it much on this blog, but if I’d chosen literature rather than history I’d have gone straight for 19th century British authors. There is something about this century in England that entrances me. To make it even better, the book in the modern day is about two academics researching the lives of two (fictional) 19th century British poets and their possession of their biographical subjects. I’m writing my own essentially biographical study and could completely see myself remaining in this vein in academics should I choose to continue. It’s amazing how you form a bond with people long dead, becoming fond of them despite their faults and feeling that you know them, only to discover someone else probably feels exactly the same way as you with a slightly different opinion that makes you angry. It’s so fascinating. Of course the book is a romance as well, and although I haven’t gotten to that part yet, I can already see who the players are. As I said, it’s like the book was written with me in mind! I adore it already and I can’t wait to read more later on.
Have you ever felt like a book was written just for you?