I mentioned that book club had inspired a couple of posts. This is one of them. We were talking about past picks, and The Road came up. I mentioned that I generally enjoyed post-apocalyptic fiction, but this was the bleakest one I’d read yet. Someone asked what else I’d read in that vein–and the only thing I could come up with was The Stand (Stephen King). Which I believe I read at least three times between the ages of 12 and 16. I even read the unedited version when it was released (if you’re reading it for the first time, go with the edited if it’s still available). I later thought about Susan Beth Pfeffer’s YA novel Dead and the Gone, which I read after our editor said how much she loved the first novel in that series. And Children of Men, by P.D. James, which is also a film.
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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.
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.