thanks to my friend suzanne, my december reading now includes a novel. this one:
you can read more about it HERE. i fell into it easily, but will issue a final verdict when finished. Suzanne likes to assign me books to read.
When you've finished reading all the McCann books, get a copy of The Hare With Amber Eyes. Then read the trilogy by Jane Gardam, starting with Old Filth. An English writer, she's FANTASTIC! I've recommended these books before & I'm still pushing them because they are intelligent books for an intelligent reader – they are worth the hard sell! I've got more titles to sell you on after you read these!
as you can see, she appealed to my shallow need to be thought intelligent. works every time! although sometimes i have to put my foot down when her recommendations exceed 1000 pages.
i'm still slogging my way through van gogh, the life. determined to finish. if not in this lifetime than surely in the next. it's not that i'm not enjoying it. i am! but 976 pages is a lot of book to get through.
somewhere along the book reading route i pulled over at the southern california history rest stop. oh boy. it's got everything! velvet chaise lounges in an oak woodland park. condors circling blue streams. tables next to the chaises with tiny crustless sandwiches and bisquits with clotted cream. and tea! orange groves filled with blooming trees. the air is fragrant and rich. there are bobcat kittens mewing to be pet, parrots in the trees. you don't want to leave. it's that good. you just read read read read. swallowing every word. every once in a while you stop to lay back and stare at the sky. sip some lemonade.
i started with southern californa – an island on the land written in 1946. and now am on the kevin star series. i'm writing in the margins, forcing my poor sister to listen to zillions of passages i read aloud. and when there's no one to read to i just read to myself. aloud! astonishing beautiful descriptions of a dreamscape. if you are a lover of california (especially if you are a resident) you will DIG these books. our history is so remarkable! i'm walking around in a freaking trance half the time.
here's a description of kevin starr from the LA times:
as his intellect gathers, information rushes out in a deluge. He's talking, but it's as if an invisible scholar inside his head is yanking books off shelves, throwing them open, checking the index, then racing off to find the next volume. On the outside, Starr is an avuncular 72-year-old, but his brain is sprinting like an Olympian.
okay that's my december book report. feel free to relay yours in the comments. i'm dying to know what literary rest stops you've been visiting!