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I read MANY books on my trip (and also missed last Wednesday Reading Meme), so rather than do a proper Wednesday Reading Meme this week I thought I would start with the three physical books I read over the trip.

I began with the latest entry in Elizabeth Wein’s Girl Pilots of World War II series, The Last Hawk, which I’ve been saving since [personal profile] littlerhymes sent it to me (inexplicably, these books have not been published in the US) because it seemed like the perfect book to read on the plane. It was! Lots of gorgeous descriptions of piloting a glider in the mountains, maybe Wein’s best flying sequences since Code Name Verity.

Otherwise, this is solidly entertaining, although there’s nothing as delightfully off the wall as Spoilers for Firebird ). The Last Hawk starts with Ingrid writing her story for the Americans after flying over enemy lines to smuggle important information out of Germany (literally she tells us this on the first page), and the rest of the story explains how she got there.

I had intended to buy LOTS of books in New York, but as it turned out, I was cruelly misled (probably by my own hopes and dreams, because I can’t recall anyone telling me this) into believing that the Strand’s 18 miles of books include many USED books. Possibly it does on the fourth floor? But the fourth floor was CLOSED and so my carefully curated list of Ye Old Authors was for naught.

However, my luck improved at the delightful children’s bookstore Books of Wonder, where I found Penelope Farmer’s William and Mary and T. Degens' The Visit. Farmer is most famous for Charlotte Sometimes, in which modern-at-the-time-of-writing Charlotte keeps switching places with a girl who studied at her boarding school decades before, during World War I. This is the final book in a trilogy, the other two books of which are about children who learn to fly.

William and Mary has the same weird atmosphere, although the details of said weirdness are totally different. William and Mary are stuck at boarding school over break, and discover that William’s shell allows them to enter into a variety of sea-themed art objects: a painting of Atlantis, a photo of coral reefs, a sea shanty about fishing, and so forth and so on. It didn’t quite come together for me at the end, but it’s also not a book where the ending really matters. The weird magical happenings are the point.

T. Degens’s The Visit also didn’t quite come together, but unfortunately it is the kind of book where the ending matters. Every year, Kate’s buoyant, vivacious Aunt Sylvia comes to Germany for a monthlong visit. These visits used to be the highlight of Kate’s year… until she found the diary of her long-dead Aunt Kate, and realized that Sylvia was somehow implicated in the first Kate’s death at Hitler Youth camp.

The story is told in alternating chapters: present-day chapters in first person, in which Kate sulks through Aunt Sylvia’s visit, and past chapters in third person, which must be Kate’s imaginative reconstruction of the past based on Aunt Kate’s diary.

The structure really demands a final clash in which Kate confronts Aunt Sylvia about What Happened to Aunt Kate (and maybe also What Were You All Thinking with the Nazism). But the book ends before the confrontation: Kate decides she’ll ask Aunt Sylvia directly, and then the book cuts off. I can sort of see why, because Aunt Sylvia is exactly the kind of charming narcissist who would try to wiggle out of all responsibility, and that’s not a satisfying ending either - but it would be more satisfying than what we get.

I enjoyed all these books (even The Visit, though it's the most flawed of the three), but I don't feel the need to keep them. They are all free to a good home! Let me know if you would like one.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

I loved Penelope Farmer’s Charlotte Sometimes. The heroine, Charlotte, has just arrived at boarding school in the 1960s… only to wake up the next morning at the same boarding school in 1918, in place of another girl. The two girls trade places back and forth, night by night, and it’s really interesting to see the way that they grapple with both the logistical difficulties of the situation (how do you keep track of your homework when you’re only there every other day?) and also the wider questions about identity that it raises. If everyone believes that you are someone - if they expect to see Claire and therefore see Claire even though in fact Claire has been replaced by Charlotte - do you become that person?

Not at all once, perhaps, but over time. Charlotte's memories of her own life start to seem strange and false to her because they're so contradicted by everything around her.

Definitely recommended if you’re fond of mid-twentieth century British children’s fantasy - perhaps just in general if you like children’s fantasy at all.

I felt less enthusiastic about Mary Stewart’s The Gabriel Hounds, mostly because Spoilers )

What I’m Reading Now

I could have finished Nina Auerbach’s Communities of Women, but I decided to put it on pause while I read the three books discussed in the final chapters of the book: Henry James’ The Bostonians, George Gissing’s The Odd Women, and Muriel Sparks’ The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.

Therefore, I’ve also begun George Gissing The Odd Women, which so far is about a group of sisters who have been left with only meager means of support following their father’s death. So far they’ve been following the genteel employments (governess, ladies’ companion - the youngest is a shopgirl) and living in genteel poverty, but a meeting with a strong-minded old friend may put them on the track of more lucrative if less genteel employment.

I’m really curious to see where this book goes: so far it’s quite different than your run-of-the-mill Victorian novel.

What I Plan to Read Next

THREE long-awaited holds have come in for me! Jenny Han’s To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, Charles Finch’s The Vanishing Man, and the twelfth book in the manga series Now Matter How I Look at It, It’s You Guys’ Fault I’m Not Popular! Where should I even start?? The best problem to have.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

No one has published Elizabeth Wein’s latest book Firebird in the United States, but [personal profile] littlerhymes kindly sent me a copy so I got to read it anyway, which is good because otherwise I might have expired from yearning because the book is about Soviet! women! fighter pilots! in World War II! and thus basically everything that I have ever wanted in a novel.

I liked the book, but spoilers )

I also read Penelope Farmer’s The Summer Birds, which I felt ambivalent toward until the end, spoilers again )

Then I got sick for a few days and needed something light to read, and Mary Stewart came to my rescue with Wildfire at Midnight. It’s not top-tier Mary Stewart, but even second-tier Mary Stewart is solidly satisfying, and just what I needed to cheer the dreary day.

What I’m Reading Now

I haven’t started anything new since I finished Wildfire at Midnight, because I’ve been indulging in schadenfreude over the internet meltdown about the last episode of Game of Thrones. People have been banging on for years about how this show is so “dark” and “morally complicated” and “realistic” and then it ended with the bad characters dead and most of the good characters alive and repenting of their sins like its a freaking Cecil B. DeMille epic. Did the showrunners trip and fall on a moral?

What I Plan to Read Next

I’m not sure! I’ve been looking longingly at my other Mary Stewart books, but there’s something to be said for parcelling them out over time as needed.
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What I’ve Just Finished Reading

I finished Kay Armatage’s The Girl from God’s Country: Nell Shipman and the Silent Cinema, which has given me for an excellent idea for a novel about a young woman directing a movie near the end of the silent era (I’m thinking about 1924, which was the year Shipman’s productions closed down: the big studios really began to squeeze out independent productions at that point), involving either a car chase or a boat race, and she swoops down on her best friend/former lover all “You should star with me! Our characters are running away from bootleggers!”

I also watched one of Shipman’s short films on Youtube, so I should write a quick review of that.

Marie Rutkoski’s The Winner’s Curse, the first of a trilogy I probably won’t be continuing, because I found this book pretty meh. It’s a slavefic that’s not quite iddy enough to be proper slavefic but also not socially astute enough to be a serious book about slavery, and I found the main romance pretty mushy.

My biggest reaction to Penelope Farmer’s Emma in Winter was that I simply have to read Farmer’s earlier book, The Flying Summer, because Emma in Winter refers to it so heavily that it feels like a reflection of the earlier book rather than a book of its own.

Psychologically this makes total sense. If I learned how to magically fly one summer, I would probably spend the rest of my life pining for it. But from an entertainment standpoint, I wanted there to be a bit more to it than “Emma and a classmate share a dream of flying, which takes them back in time to watch the geological history of England I guess.”

What I’m Reading Now

“When [Freud] dismissed women’s yearning for equality as “penis envy,” was he not merely stating his own view that women could never really be men’s equal, any more than she could wear his penis?”

Betty Friedan is socking it to Freud in The Feminine Mystique and I’m having a good time with it. It’s especially fun because she starts out by proclaiming her enormous respect for Freud and then goes on to demolish his failure to understand at least half of the human race.

I’ve also about a third of the way through Shirley Jackson’s The Sundial, which is a weird book. In someone else’s hands I think this would become a satire - prophecies about the world’s imminent end are so easily satirized, after all - but here it’s gaining uncanny force from the characters’ belief in it, reluctant though that belief is in some cases.

What I Plan to Read Next

I have Madhuri Vijay’s The Far Field for my reading challenge “a book outside your genre comfort zone,” and I really ought to begin reading, but I have come to the glum conclusion that “outside my genre comfort zone” will almost inevitably mean “something I’m not that interested in reading.” Ugh. But the point of a challenge is to push oneself, right?

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