I want to go to this party so bad.
I want to go to this party so bad.
@Chrissyreadit Thank you so much for recommending this cookbook! I made the Dilly Stew With Rosemary Dumplings and it was delicious, without being overly laborious. (Doesn't photograph well, but it tasted very good 😆). Excited to try more recipes from this one 👍🏼
Putting this aside for now. I just...don't care what happens. Maybe I'm not in the right headspace for a thriller? Might give it another go at a later date.
Ok, here are my #top6reads so far in 2019. All 5 ⭐. Theory of Bastards was my favorite favorite. Thanks for the tag @Redwritinghood ! What about you @batsy @Tanisha_A @JennyM @DivineDiana ? And anyone else who'd like to share 😊
"All of these stories, all of these tales, repeat ad nauseam that a child has no business alone in the middle of the woods, that no good can come of heading off-road. And yet here we are."
Harrowing & grotesque, although there's a certain poetry to it. Abandon all hope if you choose to read this book. The situations are so extreme & hopeless that it's almost cathartic to read them & come out whole. I suppose that's horror in general, right?
It's clear that Audrey Schulman loves research. In the afterword, she mentions that she read 70+ books to write this novel and provides a reading list, by topic, of the ones she recommends. (She provided a similar list at the end of Theory of Bastards.) Three Weeks in December benefits from her extensive research; it is rich with details that ring true. But at the same time, the story sometimes lacks focus.
Getting in a little reading while the child plays in the sandbox we made over the weekend (plastic kiddie pool w/ sand bought at a home improvement store). Best $30 I've ever spent. She's entranced and contained.
I'm enjoying this book a lot, but it needed a better editor. I've found several mistakes (repeated words, a date that didn't jive, etc). I don't mind a couple here and there, but it upsets the rhythm if there are too many.
The bits about medical procedures & treatments were fascinating (& alarming). Doctors were doing some pretty grisly, backward stuff, essentially groping along in the dark trying to save lives and ending many in the process (although infection would probably have done the job anyway). Joseph Lister is one who shined a light & helped lay the foundation for modern medicine. 👇🏼
Young me was pretty obsessed with the 1985 film of this. I taped it off network TV in the 6th grade (I missed the full monty that was the bathing scene until years later 😆) and watched it over and over. In light of that, I'm not sure what held me back from reading this for so long. I can only say I wish I'd read it sooner ❤ It's light & funny but also has some deeper undertones about class and what's expected of women. Delightful.
"His left arm was reportedly so strong that he could use it as a tourniquet while wielding the knife in his right hand. This was a feat that required immense strength and dexterity...Liston could remove a leg in less than 30 seconds...in order to keep hands free, he often clasped the bloody knife between his teeth while working. Liston's speed was both a gift and a curse. Once he accidentally sliced off a patient's testicle along with the leg."
Did some #audiobaking tonight. Vegan carrot cake with vegan cream cheese frosting. Turned out pretty well! I think it looks like Pac-Man with the piece missing. Just started the tagged book and it's fascinating (and somewhat alarming) so far 👍🏼
'Lord, what fools these mortals be."
Which makes them very entertaining to read about. I would have been happier if Lysander and Demetrius fell in love with each other and Hermia and Helena, like, started a business or something. But maybe that's too modern a take ??
I loved this so much. Lit fic with elements of near-future sci-fi, cli-fi, dystopia, social science, and biology---it's hard to really describe. An acclaimed researcher who has struggled with a lifetime of chronic pain comes to a facility to study the mating habits of bonobo apes. 👇🏼
Another day, another flight delay. Only 3 hours this time! Sigh. I'm about to finish my current read, so I bought myself a new one. I'm technically on a book-buying ban, but I feel like it's extenuating circumstances.
I've been advised that my flight will be delayed by at least 5 hours. I'm always complaining about not having enough uninterrupted reading time. I guess the universe heard me. 🙄
This is real good so far. Near-future speculative fiction (think contact lenses that project a computer screen only you can see, implants that monitor your vitals, etc; tech is advanced but the world still seems basically the same). A no-nonsense researcher with health issues is studying bonobo orgies at a facility. I'm loving it 👍🏼 #currentlyreading
It's good, but brace yourself. Completely inside the mind of a sociopath who sees human beings (and animals for that matter) as tools or experiments. There are some gorgeous passages describing the natural world & some questionable musings about human nature/language, all juxtaposed against horrific acts. Luke is a supremely unreliable narrator. So much rationalization & ascribing dubious motives and feelings to the people around him. ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Hoang is 2 for 2. Fantastic 3-dimensional heroine, a neurodiverse hero, and a plot that actually has some stuff to say (and teach) about the immigrant experience in this country. More romance like this, please.
And the sexual tension (and sex) is turned up to 11 🔥
Simmering with tension and bleak themes, but this somehow manages to be a light, quick, sometimes funny read. That balance is what makes it so clever. It's the kind of book that gives you so much insight that the lines of right and wrong begin to blur a little. ⭐⭐⭐⭐
Becky Chambers takes #spaceoddity and gives it heart and dimension. The universe is vast, but her stories are really about the little moments. Lots of warm conversation and self-reflection, and she always makes me tear up at least once. I just love her. I'll plug her books every chance I get. 🖤
So, I liked this. I think. I liked the style, I liked the tone, I liked how it glanced off each topic like a pinball, periodically circling back to certain themes. There was a bit of catharsis in reading about the months right after Trump's election, about the fatigue of the every-day-is-somehow-worse-than-the-last-how-is-that-even-possible nature of his presidency. ⬇️
“So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.”
I was really feeling Hermia in this bit. That last line in particular. I'm gonna find an occasion to use it in real life. Shouldn't be too hard 😁
Called a "political travelogue" and "literary criticism with solid field reporting," this is the story of the year Emma Larkin spent in Burma, following in the footsteps of George Orwell. (He lived and worked there for 5 years in the 1920s, as an Imperial Policeman.) It seems the author might have said on her travels: see #howfarillgo and #dontstopmenow
This is from a little learners edition of Sense and Sensibility. 😂😂😂
I don't have the heart to tell her the book is upside down. She's so into it, and who am I to stunt her creativity? 🤷♀️
I'm reusing The Dumb House because I came across this line today and it jumped out at me and made me think of the #youngandbeautiful prompt: "Ten years before, she would have been considered pretty; now, with the lines around her mouth and the stain of persistent disappointment in her eyes, she was almost beautiful."
I think that's a compliment?? ?
#maymoviemagic #besticoulddo #ipromisenottousethisbookforeveryprompt
#weveonlyjustbegun this book and I, but I'm already disturbed and hooked. The first line is: "No one could say it was my choice to kill the twins, any more than it was my decision to bring them into the world." ?
I read this in high school and have forgotten much of it, but there is a car accident in it that has stayed with me. I was so disturbed by it, and I still think about it sometimes when I get #behindthewheel.
Lovely, although it didn't move me in the same way that Song of Achilles did. The narrator, Circe, felt more distant somehow. But perhaps that's fitting, as her character is often so distant, literally and figuratively, from those around her.
Having just read the Odyssey, I really enjoyed seeing some of those events through Circe's lens. I liked seeing Odysseus and especially Penelope from that angle. ⬇️
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I adored this. Yes, it‘s a love story of sorts, but the scope is much larger than that. Nature, religion, socioeconomic status, colonization, and women‘s rights and place in society are all woven into the backdrop.
Oscar and Lucinda are some of the most well-drawn characters I‘ve ever read. They breathe and sweat and fidget. I knew them, and I loved them. ⬇️
I have two copies of Cat's Eye, a hardcover and a paperback. It's a mass market paperback, the first printing in that format, so it's got some mileage on it. My copy is pretty janky: small type, the cover hanging on for dear life, the pages yellowed. I picked it up in a used bookstore some years back. I was about to put it in a stack to give away, no room for duplicates in an already overcrowded bookshelf... But I just realized it's signed! 😯
I've heard this series is popular? And all the characters get what they deserve and live happily ever after? 😆
(I know I'm the last person in the world to read this, but I've always been a late adopter. This is cell phones all over again.) #currentlyreading
"Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple; it would not agitate our hearts with ever-present loveliness and ever-cresting ambiguity; it would not dream, on it's long white bones, of turning into song."
I felt bad about my lukewarm response to Felicity yesterday, so I decided to pull some of Oliver's older work off the shelf. ⬇️
"August of another summer, and once again
I am drinking the sun
and the lilies are spread across the water.
I know what they want is to touch each other."
None of these really moved me, although there were some nice moments here and there, like the lines above from "The Pond." I don't think that any of these poems will stay with me.
"I dream the scent
of my mother's lipstick
has come back to haunt me---
like an oil pastel
my dreary, dramatic heart."
The poems gained momentum as I read, & I read the very last one, The Ariadne Year, four times in a row. I love how she blends heartache & humor & beauty, & I love how I feel like I got some sense of who she is, like she opened a window into her mind, her soul. I don't always feel that with poetry, but I did here. ❤
I love that Wilson translated this into modern language. I enjoyed her notes on why she did so, as well as the introduction, even more than the actual poem. Now to read Circe and The Penelopiad.
I was just going to drop off some books...
Apparently, I will be going hard for National Poetry Month.
I have no self-control 😆
How about famous classics for CHILDREN? 🤨
"...but why must she always hold herself back? They would have her tie silk rope between her ankles so she would move in a fettered way...
She would obviously be wise to take his advice, to leash herself in. But she was everywhere leashed in, in any case. It was the condition of her adult life to feel it. She refused the conventions of whalebone and elastic, but still she was squeezed and blistered, pinched and hobbled."
Last night alone in a new (to me) city, so I decided to take myself out for dinner (with Oscar and Lucinda). This is one of those rare times when I really like the movie tie-in cover. They did a good job, I think. Usually I'm staunchly against. Also, I adore this book so far.
I couldn't resist these covers. Spent approximately $5. I'm pretty jazzed. #bookhaul
If you are ever in Rhode Island, this used bookstore is AWESOME. It was a treasure trove. Well organized, friendly staff, eclectic selection, and all reasonably priced. They don't slap "vintage" on a shredded old copy of something and try to sell it to you for $30. They have some really cool rare editions and a lot of neat pulpy paperbacks.
I'm at an editing conference in Rhode Island for a couple of days and scored these two gems. Flipped through the tagged one already and it looks great!
I tried reading this last year and gave up halfway. Picked it up again for a book club last week and liked it much better this go round. Originally, I found it so flat, so cold. It felt like an exercise in creating an unlikable character. I had the same feelings this time, but they were tempered the more I read. ⬇️
"Death came at him like a ghost in a dream, transmogrifying, protoplasmic, embracing, affectionate, was one minute cold and wet like his father's oilskin, so he shrank from it and cried out in his sleep, pushing the tight-bunched flannel sheet into the pit of his stomach, and then sometimes it was warm and soft and wore the unfocused smile of his mother."
My goodness, this writing. I'm enthralled.