Today is a gray day, perfect for lounging on the couch with my cat and reading. Instead I felt like embarking on a project, which you can read about on my other blog shortly. Couldn’t start it yet, and was feeling in a funk about it, so I thought I would bake a butternut squash pound cake (altering this recipe). I had the flour measured before I realized the cake called for four eggs and I only had two.
So I decided on the other foolproof method for dealing with moodiness: snacking my way out of it.
Brown Rice Tea -- not actually poured at a 90-degree angle.
Goat Cheese, Borage Honey and Walnut Tartine on homemade rosemary bread
That done, I sat down and decided to blog about the Thomas Hardy literary adaptations I’d seen recently. One on a book I’d read, and one I hadn’t. Hardy’s novels are notable for the amount of drama and conflict they manage to squeeze into one book. Just when you think there couldn’t possibly be another twist on the road to the ending…there it comes.
Sunday night we had our book club, and I finished a book for the first time in a while (still reading about Peter!). Funny how the moment I started writing about reading, my reading seems to have slowed considerably! Between work and personal commitments, time has been tight lately.
The History of Love was a re-read for me—I read it originally a few months before it was published in May 2005 to decide about covering it for work. At the editorial meeting, the point was raised that we had just interviewed Jonathan Safran Foer, so interviewing his wife the very next month seemed a bit strange. I remember agreeing that it was, but saying that if we wanted to feature the best book of the month, we should do it anyway. I had brought the galley home with me to finish because I had wanted to keep reading, and had finished the book in one night. It made me cry.
So I picked it up again with a bit of trepidation. Would it be as good the second time around? Would I cry? Yes, and yes. A History of Love is one of those books you think about long after you’ve finished it, because it has one of those endings that makes you re-evaluate everything that came before. It reminds people who like to read of why they read, of the pull of stories, the power of love and imagination.
a beautiful book
Even if it didn’t do any of those things, it would stay in your head because of the vivid rhythm of its language, and its honest, complete portrayal of two lonely people who can’t help but keep reaching out to the world despite rebuffs and setbacks. It’s one of the best books I’ve read and highly recommended. Our book club discussion was one of the best we’d had in a long time, even though some people hadn’t finished yet. Reading over this, I realize it’s all visceral gushing and very little calm appraisal but if you can’t gush on your blog, where can you?
Book club also gave me the idea for two more posts, so hopefully there’ll be more frequent updates here.In the meantime, if you’re looking for something to read, give this one a try. It’s on Google book search. Read the first chapter and you might find yourself heading to the bookstore.
I have a confession to make. I’ve already kinda/sorta cheated by reading something before the list went up: Charlaine Harris’ Grave Surprise. This should appease those of you who have claimed my to-be-read list was too high falutin’ — of course it is, those are the books I have been putting off reading in favor of fun stuff like this. Harris also writes the Sookie Stackhouse series, but I like the heroine of this series, Harper, better than Sookie. She’s had an even tougher life than Sookie has, and has an even more difficult-to-cope-with talent than Sookie does. And she doesn’t have supernatural beings falling in love with her every 10 seconds. Harper and her stepbrother Tolliver, who travel around the country finding dead bodies (Harper’s special talent, given after a lightning strike) for a living.
Read on for the full list for January.