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jazzfishI have no brain, and I must edit.
This year I am, relatively speaking, devouring books.
I've read Kristin Cashore's Fire (which messed me up for a couple of days), and the four Old Man's War books, and Jo Walton's Small Change / Still Life With Fascists, and a book on the Bach cello suites, and odds and ends from Jeff Vandermeer's Booklife. (The cello suites book slowed me down in a way that felt awkward and frustrating.)
I've not read so much so fast, and had it feel so right, since high school, I expect. I can't even say "I've missed it," because reading fits back into my life in a way that I can't imagine what it was like without.
I mention this mostly because, like half the internet, I'm currently reading Among Others, which is not so much about reading as infused with it. Mori reads at a rate that makes my "devouring" look positively dainty, because that's where the non-horrible part of her life is.
I remember living like that. I can't tell if I'm living like that now or not. I do know that I've not Done much in the past, oh, month or more. Going to try fixing that this afternoon/evening.
But, reading. Home. Comfortable. Safe.
(Cue Admiral Hopper on the safety of ships in harbor.)
This year I am, relatively speaking, devouring books.
I've read Kristin Cashore's Fire (which messed me up for a couple of days), and the four Old Man's War books, and Jo Walton's Small Change / Still Life With Fascists, and a book on the Bach cello suites, and odds and ends from Jeff Vandermeer's Booklife. (The cello suites book slowed me down in a way that felt awkward and frustrating.)
I've not read so much so fast, and had it feel so right, since high school, I expect. I can't even say "I've missed it," because reading fits back into my life in a way that I can't imagine what it was like without.
I mention this mostly because, like half the internet, I'm currently reading Among Others, which is not so much about reading as infused with it. Mori reads at a rate that makes my "devouring" look positively dainty, because that's where the non-horrible part of her life is.
I remember living like that. I can't tell if I'm living like that now or not. I do know that I've not Done much in the past, oh, month or more. Going to try fixing that this afternoon/evening.
But, reading. Home. Comfortable. Safe.
(Cue Admiral Hopper on the safety of ships in harbor.)
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Date: 2011-01-24 12:28 am (UTC)The images that invokes are so nice.
The cello suites book slowed me down in a way that felt awkward and frustrating.
I know exactly what you mean. It is, truly, awkward and frustrating---very good choice of words. In the past, when that has happened, I have been known to put books aside, because they start feeling like they are getting in the way of other books.
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Date: 2011-01-24 08:36 pm (UTC)The main problem with the cello book is that it was so fragmented: it was partly a thin biography of JS Bach, partly a slightly-less-thin bio of Pablo Casals, and partly a mishmash of scenes and anecdotes about the cello suites and the author's exposure to Bach. Made it difficult for me to really immerse myself in it.