May 1st, 2008

More reading

There is one nice thing about being sick. I end up reading a lot more than usual because that’s pretty much all I can manage to do. So, here’s the rundown of the last week’s reading.

Absalom, Absalom! I got into a conversation with Syd about Faulkner and subsequently was reading something about southern gothic writing. I could have remembered its characteristics by looking it up, but I decided to experience it instead. Suddenly all my sentences want to go on for pages and I feel the need to use parentheses and dashes even more than I do usually. It has made me think about the use of narration and audience within a work and how it affects the reader, the subtle change as the reader watches a listener react to the story as he or she reacts outside the story. It also made me think, again, about the process of re-reading books. I last read this book in high school and I have to say it was a lot better this time around. It’s a thick story, full of sensational actions. Worth reading.

Then I read a book I borrowed from my friend Elizabeth: Sorcery and Cecelia or The Enchanted Chocolate Pot by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer. If Jane Austen knew some nice magicians of good family, this is what her novels might have been like. I was thoroughly entertained and may be looking around for victims to play the letter game with me.

Elizabeth is a bad influence. She also suggested, knowing my taste for children’s and young adults’ books, that I might like Tamora Pierce. Having devoured the entire Protector of the Small series over the last days, I would have to say she’s right. I like girls who kick butt the old-fashioned way, by learning how and training a lot. My only complaint, and it is a minor one, is that I could have lived without the Snow White type animals. This would be one of those places where my age is a disadvantage; I would have loved them when I was ten or twelve.

Today, however, I have other things that must be done. Like catching up on all the things I didn’t do while I was reading and doing errands for T.R.’s birthday party. If I’m good, I’ll let myself escape into a book at bedtime.