Wednesday Reading Meme
Mar. 11th, 2020 08:04 amWhat I’ve Just Finished Reading
Roald Dahl’s Boy: Tales of Childhood, which I read for the Terrible English Boarding School content. The book took a while to get there (detouring through some delightful Norwegian holiday content, v. enjoyable), but it did not disappoint!
Also when Dahl was at Repton, Cadbury used to send the schoolboys twelve-packs of experimental chocolate bars for them to test (Dahl rated one “too subtle for the common palate”), and while obviously this doesn’t make up for all the canings etc. (Dahl notes that even as he is writing this memoir, decades later, if he sits on a hard bench too long he can still feel the caning scars on his buttocks), I am so jealous why did my school not provide me with experimental chocolate bars whyyyyy.
What I’m Reading Now
minutia_r recommended Eleonory Giburd’s To See Paris and Die: The Soviet Lives of Western Culture, and I have been gulping it down and occasionally pausing to chortle with glee when I find a fact particularly applicable to Honeytrap. There is now a lengthy passage where Gennady earnestly explains to Daniel that Hemingway is practically a Russian: he’s so brave and stoic and tragic, just like the heroes of his books, what if we just dropped this whole investigation and drove to Key West to meet him???
I’m also still trucking away on Padraic Colum’s The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived before Achilles. Our heroes and their ship have been chucked onto the desert sands of Libya! But fortunately a trio of desert nymphs have appeared to show them a way to escape this predicament. These poor guys would be completely sunk without divine intervention: I think this is maybe the third time they’ve been saved by gods of some variety. And of course they never would have completed their quest at all if Medea hadn’t given Jason a magic potion and also sung the serpent into stillness so Jason could snatch the Golden Fleece.
Oh! And I’ve begun Therese of Lisieux’s The Story of a Soul, because I’m a sucker for childhood memoirs and because Gretchen Rubin describe Saint Therese as her spiritual mentor in The Happiness Project.
What I Plan to Read Next
Despite an already towering stack of books from the library, I have put MANY books on hold. But most of the books I have are big thick adult books that I keep procrastinating about reading, and the books on hold are children’s books (have decided to get cracking again on the Newbery Honor books of yore), which hopefully will seem less intimidating.
But there’s also Nadezhda Mandelstam’s Hope against Hope and Svetlana Alexievich’s Voices from Chernobyl (I finally saw the miniseries! I keep meaning to post about it!!!), because I’m diving back in with the Soviet Union again. I tell myself that if we all end up in quarantine, I’ll be happy to have a good supply of books on hand??
Roald Dahl’s Boy: Tales of Childhood, which I read for the Terrible English Boarding School content. The book took a while to get there (detouring through some delightful Norwegian holiday content, v. enjoyable), but it did not disappoint!
Also when Dahl was at Repton, Cadbury used to send the schoolboys twelve-packs of experimental chocolate bars for them to test (Dahl rated one “too subtle for the common palate”), and while obviously this doesn’t make up for all the canings etc. (Dahl notes that even as he is writing this memoir, decades later, if he sits on a hard bench too long he can still feel the caning scars on his buttocks), I am so jealous why did my school not provide me with experimental chocolate bars whyyyyy.
What I’m Reading Now
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I’m also still trucking away on Padraic Colum’s The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived before Achilles. Our heroes and their ship have been chucked onto the desert sands of Libya! But fortunately a trio of desert nymphs have appeared to show them a way to escape this predicament. These poor guys would be completely sunk without divine intervention: I think this is maybe the third time they’ve been saved by gods of some variety. And of course they never would have completed their quest at all if Medea hadn’t given Jason a magic potion and also sung the serpent into stillness so Jason could snatch the Golden Fleece.
Oh! And I’ve begun Therese of Lisieux’s The Story of a Soul, because I’m a sucker for childhood memoirs and because Gretchen Rubin describe Saint Therese as her spiritual mentor in The Happiness Project.
What I Plan to Read Next
Despite an already towering stack of books from the library, I have put MANY books on hold. But most of the books I have are big thick adult books that I keep procrastinating about reading, and the books on hold are children’s books (have decided to get cracking again on the Newbery Honor books of yore), which hopefully will seem less intimidating.
But there’s also Nadezhda Mandelstam’s Hope against Hope and Svetlana Alexievich’s Voices from Chernobyl (I finally saw the miniseries! I keep meaning to post about it!!!), because I’m diving back in with the Soviet Union again. I tell myself that if we all end up in quarantine, I’ll be happy to have a good supply of books on hand??