Wow, I’ve been seriously neglecting this blog. Where have the past four months gone? I’ve been busier with my new baby, but that really isn’t enough of an excuse. After all, I’ve been finding time to play Words with Friends.
So, I’ll try to sum up events in my reading life. I went through a dry spell, when I just couldn’t seem to find enough time to read. Life isn’t quite as wonderful without novels. I missed the escapism.
So, I tried something new: I started listening to audio books on my commute to work. My first audio book was The Road by Cormac McCarthy (I know, I know–it’s a depressing choice for a first experience).
Well, The Road was definitely a tearjeaker, but I liked it. The descriptions were amazing, and there was a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. I didn’t feel like slitting my wrists after listening to it, as some warned me I would feel. However, I do prefer Margaret Atwood’s post-apocalyptic world.
The audiobook experience was so much better than listening to the one crappy radio station I can get in my car. I’ve decided that I prefer to read print books, but I’ll take what I can get. Listening to audio books is better than starving for novels because I can’t find enough time to sit down with a print copy.
Currently, I’m listening to City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.
It’s holding my interest, but honestly I am not crazy about Jace. He’s such a vain know-it-all. Maybe I’ll grow to like him more as the novel progresses? I don’t know…I’m over halfway through the book.
This spring I’ve found some time to read print novels: http://www.goodreads.com/user_challenges/218268. I’ll highlight my two favorites:
This is one of the best high school/coming-of-age stories I’ve ever read. The narrator/protagonist Quentin is instropspective while still being believable (for the most part). Here’s one of the best quotes from this novel:
“What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.”
The other favorite is a classic that I should have read years ago:
This book was mildly reminiscent of The Catcher in the Rye, another favorite of mine, but is also a classic on its own. Plath’s work reveals so many of the gender constraints during the 1950s. I wish I could make everyone who idealized this era, but hasn’t lived through it, read this book.
Currently, I’m reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.
I’ve barely waded into this novel, and I’m already hooked. I’ll be back with comments and hopefully start blogging more frequently.