Last Sunday night I started reading East by Edith Pattou. I read so many great reviews from fellow bloggers about the book and then my English professor recommended the book to my class. So far she’s recommended The Book Thief, The Graveyard Book, and The Book of Lost Things. All three I’ve already read. Why am I the only person in class who write the titles down? I cannot pass up a book recommendation.
So I started East after the kids went to bed and stayed up to about 1 a.m. reading. East is based on the Norwegian fairy tale called East of the Sun, West of the Moon. One night an enchanted polar bear comes to the home of a young girl and her family. He asks if the girl would live with him in exchange for good health and money to come to her family. She agrees and off the two leave. Filled with adventures and amazing characters, it’s a great read for readers of all ages.
I finished East the second I woke up Monday morning. I finished it and immediately started on the last volumes of the Fables series. I sat and read six volumes, occasionally coming up for air and snacks. Now if only I can read this well during the read-a-thon!
I want to describe Bill Willingham’s Fables to you but I can’t. I can tell you what it’s not. It’s not a modern retelling of fairy tales like Snow White, The Big Bad Wolf, Rose Red, Prince Charming . . . The setting is modern-day New York City in a section just for them called Fabletown. And happily ever after is for the birds. Anyway. . .
My favorite volume of the series is volume #10: The Good Prince. This is Flycatcher’s a.k.a. The Frog Prince story. After centuries of denial he finally deals with his grief over the loss of his wife and children. You see Flycatcher’s transformation throughout the book. At first he’s drawn like he normally was throughout the series then you see a gradual change. When I’m off my book-buying ban I will be buying this volume.
When I finished reading Monday, I felt like I had came back from my childhood. With so many obligations it’s so rare for me to be able to sit and read without worrying about the other things I need to do. I felt so lucky.
Right now I’m in the middle of about six books. I know that’s crazy. I’m currently reading:
- The Book of the Unknown by Jonathon Keats. It’s a short story collection and I’m almost finished.
- Vintage Hughes – Langston Hughes. I’m in love with this book. It’s really short and contains some of Hughes’ best poems.
- All of Us: The Collected Poems by Raymond Carver. I’m so happy that with all the great feedback from Carver’s poems I’ve been posting.
- Drood by Dan Simmons. I just checked this out of my library and it’s going pretty well.
- Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. No matter how much I read about slavery, it’s still shocking the horrors that so many people endured.
- The Asthma Sourcebook by Francis V. Adams. I’m trying to learn as much as I can about asthma because of my little one, Ollie.
I plan on finishing every book this except Drood. Kailana and I are having a read-along with Drood, so feel free to join us. We’re reading the first ten chapters this week.
This week I read (Yeah I know. I’m packing a lot into one post):
- East – Edith Pattou
- Fables 6 – Bill Willingham
- Fables 7- Bill Willingham
- Fables 8 – Bill Willingham
- Fables 9- Bill Willingham
- Fables 10 – Bill Willingham
- Fables 11 – Bill Willingham
- Princess Peepers – Pam Calvert
- Planting the Trees of Kenya – Claire A. Novola
- Hooray for Reading Day – Margery Cuyler
How was your week and what are you reading?
No other word will do. For that’s what it was. Gravy.
Gravy, these past ten years.
Alive, sober, working, loving and
being loved by a good woman. Eleven years
ago he was told he had six months to live
at the rate he was going. And he was going
nowhere but down. So he changed his ways
somehow. He quit drinking! And the rest?
After that it was all gravy, every minute
of it, up to and including when he was told about,
well, some things that were breaking down and
building up inside his head. “Don’t weep for me,”
he said to his friends. “I’m a lucky man.
I’ve had ten years longer than I or anyone
expected. Pure gravy. And don’t forget it.”
Raymond Carver, from All of Us: The Collected Poems