Wednesday Reading Meme
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading
Mabel Leigh Hunt’s Better Known as Johnny Appleseed a Newbery Honor winning biography of Johnny Appleseed from 1950, a time when half the book could be short stories featuring Johnny Appleseed in a bit part and they would still call it a biography. (I quite enjoyed the short stories, but I’m not convinced biography is the right word for it.)
The short stories are all named after old apple varieties, and I gathered these names like so many fallen jewels: I gathered up the names of the antique apples like so many fallen jewels: Fall Wines and Fallawaters, Russets and Rambos, Gillyflowers and Golden Pippins, Sweet Boughs and Seek-No-Furthers.
I finished Marisa G. Franco’s Platonic: How the Science of Attachment Can Help You Make and Keep Friends as an Adult a week ago, and I’ve already forgotten most of it, (self-help books are perhaps chewing gum for the brain?), but I liked this quote from W. H. Auden: “We’d rather be ruined than be changed.”
What I’m Reading Now
No Yellow Poppy this week, as I went a bit mad and started ALL my Irish books at one time. I’m working on R. A. MacAvoy’s The Grey Horse, Maeve Binchy’s Circle of Friends, Seamus O’Reilly’s Did Ye Hear Mammy Died?, AND an audiobook of Sally Rooney’s Normal People. In The Grey Horse, the horse has just turned into a man! Meanwhile, Circle of Friends is giving me some Neapolitan Quartet vibes.
Did Ye Hear Mammy Died? includes an early chapter about What Not to Say to the Bereaved, which appears to include every possible thing that you could say to the bereaved, including saying nothing at all. A lot of memoirs about grief include this chapter, and there never seems to be a companion chapter about What You Can Say to the Bereaved Without Scarring Them For Life Or At Least Till They Get It Off Their Chest in a Memoir. However I powered through, and we are now on the more promising ground on the retail foibles of various shops in Derry.
What I Plan to Read Next
I will probably not finish all my Irish books in time, but IF I finish all my Irish books in time,
troisoiseaux recommended Sarah Tolmie’s novella The Fourth Island, set off the coast of Ireland.
Mabel Leigh Hunt’s Better Known as Johnny Appleseed a Newbery Honor winning biography of Johnny Appleseed from 1950, a time when half the book could be short stories featuring Johnny Appleseed in a bit part and they would still call it a biography. (I quite enjoyed the short stories, but I’m not convinced biography is the right word for it.)
The short stories are all named after old apple varieties, and I gathered these names like so many fallen jewels: I gathered up the names of the antique apples like so many fallen jewels: Fall Wines and Fallawaters, Russets and Rambos, Gillyflowers and Golden Pippins, Sweet Boughs and Seek-No-Furthers.
I finished Marisa G. Franco’s Platonic: How the Science of Attachment Can Help You Make and Keep Friends as an Adult a week ago, and I’ve already forgotten most of it, (self-help books are perhaps chewing gum for the brain?), but I liked this quote from W. H. Auden: “We’d rather be ruined than be changed.”
What I’m Reading Now
No Yellow Poppy this week, as I went a bit mad and started ALL my Irish books at one time. I’m working on R. A. MacAvoy’s The Grey Horse, Maeve Binchy’s Circle of Friends, Seamus O’Reilly’s Did Ye Hear Mammy Died?, AND an audiobook of Sally Rooney’s Normal People. In The Grey Horse, the horse has just turned into a man! Meanwhile, Circle of Friends is giving me some Neapolitan Quartet vibes.
Did Ye Hear Mammy Died? includes an early chapter about What Not to Say to the Bereaved, which appears to include every possible thing that you could say to the bereaved, including saying nothing at all. A lot of memoirs about grief include this chapter, and there never seems to be a companion chapter about What You Can Say to the Bereaved Without Scarring Them For Life Or At Least Till They Get It Off Their Chest in a Memoir. However I powered through, and we are now on the more promising ground on the retail foibles of various shops in Derry.
What I Plan to Read Next
I will probably not finish all my Irish books in time, but IF I finish all my Irish books in time,
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Date: 2023-03-08 12:48 pm (UTC)I gathered up the names of the antique apples like so many fallen jewels --love that <3 Those names *are* jewels.
Also laughing at your remark about self-help books. They often have one or two interesting observations... which they then stretch and pull into a book. Though again, I say this mainly based on reading other people's reviews of self-help books, not based on my own experience, so maybe I need to withhold judgment.
Hoping (but is even saying this going to jinx it?) to start a letter to you today. I have ~ the best card ~
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Date: 2023-03-08 01:16 pm (UTC)The apple names are so delightful. It made me think of visiting the apple orchard with you - all the different apples in bins, the poster of heirloom apple varieties on the wall.
Fingers crossed for the letter!
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Date: 2023-03-08 01:46 pm (UTC)Partly because he's responsible for my favourite Twitter thread of all time (cw: accidentally going to work while on drugs).
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Date: 2023-03-09 08:05 am (UTC)Oh, my God, I didn't realize the person behind that Twitter thread also wrote books.
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