languished of literatureI haven't been reading much lately. In part, I don't mind so much. I've got lots of other things to do. In another part, I kind of want to drift away to some fantasy land, rapt in somebody else's life. I went out and bought Mary Doria Russel's Children of God, the sequel to The Sparrow, which I read and liked. But The Sparrow, the story of a Jesuit priest with a mission to make first contact with aliens (and, in a sense, God and himself) was way depressing in a lot of ways, and that's just not what I need right now. Strangely, both these books are linked to To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis, a book I loved lots, but mostly because it was light and cute and funny and had time travel in it, none of which applies to Mary Doria Russel's stuff (Connie Willis' Doomsday Book, while still having some muted humour and time travel, has a heavy, tragedy-laden story which is what bridged me over to The Sparrow). I also bought A Game of Thrones based on recommendations from friends. This was despite the fact that it's a hexalogy (?) of really thick books. Unfortunately, the prologue revealed a legion of sinister, undead creatures. I hate undead things. I tossed that one back on the shelf. I'll take reading suggestions, but don't be offended if I turn them down. I'm kind of picky, and since I'm an awfully slow reader, this is a bit of a time investment for me. I think I'd like to dive into some fluffy and fun mystery novel. Maybe I'll stop by the library on the way home. comments:This post is archived. Comments are disabled. Feel free to send me email if you have something to say. | |
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