I'm going to try to keep a numerical count of what I'm reading this year, as I go. We'll see how long that lasts.
1. Elizabeth Gaskell,
Wives & DaughtersLike a good former English major, I read the intro at the beginning of this book. So, I knew going in, that the author died just before finishing it. However, I managed to forget this until I got to the last chapter, which suddenly switched tone and starts out with "Had Mrs. Gaskell lived, what would have probably happened to Molly & Roger was X." AAAAAH! Frustration. But still, this is a *good* read. I love Victorian novels, but so many of them seem to have a lofty theme, that was topical when written, but seems otherwise boring and non-meaningful (without some research) to us now. This one wasn't so much that way. Yeah, it's still all about the marriage plot, but some of the comical characters give it a little bit of skewering, without distracting from our desire to get the guy for the girl in the end.
2. Steve Martin,
ShopgirlI re-read this, since I heard there's
a movie version of this in the works. I really like this book. I think you can tell in parts that he's not a novelist by primary trade, and there is one hell of a dangling plot line that never resolves, but overall this is a good book. I'm a bit disturbed by the fact that they've cast Clare Danes as Mirabelle in the movie. I'd rather it be Scarlett Johannssen. At least it's not Kirsten Dunst though. She's definitely too perky for the part.
I'm now reading Barbara Kingsolver's
The Bean Trees,
Home Comforts, and Nick Hornby's
Songbook.