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Wednesday Reading Meme
Nov. 6th, 2013 01:11 pmWhat I’ve Just Finished Reading
The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls, which I thought was going to be all about horses and friendship and going to a school that is kind of like a year round summer camp - God, the book I thought it was going to be was so awesome, let me pause to mourn its nonexistence.
Okay. Pause over. Yonahlossee is in fact a train wreck. Our heroine Thea had disturbing love affairs in both the “adolescence in Florida” and “later adolescence at Yonahlossee” storylines.
In the flashbacks to her Floridian youth, she’s having a romance with her cousin. Cousin romances qua cousin romances don’t bother me - I love Louisa May Alcott’s Eight Cousins books, where the basic plot is “Which of her cousins will Rose marry?”
But The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls has this dirty/bad/wrong Flowers in the Attic feeling to it, which I find unpleasant to the point of actually repulsive. No, really, Thea, it’s kind of gross that your cousin is feeling you up under the dining room table at Thanksgiving dinner. It would be gross even if he were a non-blood-related boyfriend, but the fact that he’s your cousin who was almost like your brother makes it even grosser.
And in the Yonahlossee portions, Thea boinks her married headmaster. I’m not sure if I find the “married” or the “headmaster” part more disturbing. Possibly they feed off each other for maximum disturbingness?
( But all this pales in comparison to the novel’s Theme )
Remind me never to read a mainstream novel with a blurb describing it as “sexy” ever again.
What I’m Reading Now
Psmith in the City! I decided that I needed something light to reward me for slogging through The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls. And indeed, Psmith is delightful! I find the cricket bits completely incomprehensible, but that’s all right, they’re rather short and most of the book revolves around Psmith being hilarious. Thanks for the recommendation,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
surexit!
What I Plan to Read Next
Between The Language of Flowers and The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls, I’ve lost most of my enthusiasm for the whole “grown-up books for grown-ups” project, but nonetheless I’m going to give it one last try with Eowyn Ivey’s The Snow Child. The main couple lives a bazillion miles from anyone, so unless there’s a super sexy werefox stalking the wilderness there is no way they can have any affairs.
The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls, which I thought was going to be all about horses and friendship and going to a school that is kind of like a year round summer camp - God, the book I thought it was going to be was so awesome, let me pause to mourn its nonexistence.
Okay. Pause over. Yonahlossee is in fact a train wreck. Our heroine Thea had disturbing love affairs in both the “adolescence in Florida” and “later adolescence at Yonahlossee” storylines.
In the flashbacks to her Floridian youth, she’s having a romance with her cousin. Cousin romances qua cousin romances don’t bother me - I love Louisa May Alcott’s Eight Cousins books, where the basic plot is “Which of her cousins will Rose marry?”
But The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls has this dirty/bad/wrong Flowers in the Attic feeling to it, which I find unpleasant to the point of actually repulsive. No, really, Thea, it’s kind of gross that your cousin is feeling you up under the dining room table at Thanksgiving dinner. It would be gross even if he were a non-blood-related boyfriend, but the fact that he’s your cousin who was almost like your brother makes it even grosser.
And in the Yonahlossee portions, Thea boinks her married headmaster. I’m not sure if I find the “married” or the “headmaster” part more disturbing. Possibly they feed off each other for maximum disturbingness?
( But all this pales in comparison to the novel’s Theme )Remind me never to read a mainstream novel with a blurb describing it as “sexy” ever again.
What I’m Reading Now
Psmith in the City! I decided that I needed something light to reward me for slogging through The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls. And indeed, Psmith is delightful! I find the cricket bits completely incomprehensible, but that’s all right, they’re rather short and most of the book revolves around Psmith being hilarious. Thanks for the recommendation,
surexit! What I Plan to Read Next
Between The Language of Flowers and The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls, I’ve lost most of my enthusiasm for the whole “grown-up books for grown-ups” project, but nonetheless I’m going to give it one last try with Eowyn Ivey’s The Snow Child. The main couple lives a bazillion miles from anyone, so unless there’s a super sexy werefox stalking the wilderness there is no way they can have any affairs.
