Read-A-Thonning
This year I decided to just make one post and keep updating it rather than separate posts. So this is it. My Read-A-Thon posts full of memes, mini-challenges, and updates.
The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga
I’m not entirely sure why this was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize. It was good. But it wasn’t Man Booker good.
R.I.P. Is Back (and So Am I)
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It’s that time again…Readers Imbibing Peril. Actually, it’s been that time for a while, but ever since I got back from my trip, I have been buckling down and trying to find a job (you know, one that pays real money), hence the lack of posts lately.
FreeVerse: Frithiof with Angantyr
Last week, I posted Longfellow’s ode to Tegner, a Scandinavian poet from the 19th century. So that got me wondering who this Tegner guy is.
Fables vol 7: Arabian Nights (and Days) by Bill Williamson
The Arabian Fables have sent a delegation to Fabletown, led by Sinbad. Cultural differences abound but guess who steps in to save everyone’s face? King Cole, the former Mayor.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG! I am amazed not just by this book, but the fact that finally–finally!–a book–a YA book–has lived up to its hype.
It is systematically impossible to review this book without comparing Shandi Mitchell to Willa Cather. Similarities include, but are not limited to: Eastern European immigrants to the harsh prairies of North America; suicide; vast landscapes; early 20th century; complex characters (particularly strong women).
The last thing Eliza wants is to hear from the man that kidnapped her for a week when she was a teenager. But that’s exactly what happens when Walter sees her picture in a magazine (because, you know, he’d know her anywhere) and decides to contact her from death row.
The Bean Trees was Barbara Kingsolver’s debut novel, back in the ’80’s. One chapter in, and you can already see the foreshadows of the voices she would create over the next few decades.
If I have anything to complain about this book, it’s that it’s too short. We’re transported into the world of Marjane Satrapi’s family for an afternoon, but left wanting more.