I spent a few days in Toronto visiting my brother and hiding The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest from anyone who might see me reading it. I think I can reclaim my life again now that I’ve finished it. These books are stupidly absorbing. They also make Sweden seem stupidly enticing. I don’t even like winter, but now I want to get a cabin & several thick sweaters & fritter away my remaining days on some fjord. Since that actually sounds terrible, I am just going to take some tips from Maureen Corrigan’s list for future reading.
Pre-Salander finishing, I trudged through Friday Night Lights (H.G. Bissinger). I read this for a book club, and it made me much sadder than I thought it might. I am afraid to admit this, but I don’t actually know very much about football (I know, a Pittsburgh girl who doesn’t understand football), and I was surprised to actually learn things about football from this book. I had incorrectly thought that this was some fluff book about Texas and weirdos who like high school a little too much, but damn, this is actually a book about LIFE and the EIGHTIES and the OIL CRISIS and so much more. I very much like the show (marry me, Tim Riggins?), but mostly for how out-there the plotline gets. I don’t know what I expected from the book, but I was quite pleasantly surprised. It even appears that Bissinger actually researched it quite thoroughly, and this always pleases the reference librarian inside me.
I am on the cusp of finishing Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon, which is untouchably gorgeous. I promised myself I would go back and read things that I read in high school that I pass off as having read but really I don’t remember a word of them. I am not, however, going to read a Separate Peace EVER. AGAIN.
Other things:
I listened to the Shawshank Redemption last week & this week. Mistakenly, I spent 25 years thinking this was about Vietnam. Wow, wrong. This is another one that I wouldn’t want to read, but it was fun to listen to. I found out yesterday that I am actually incapable of both reading and listening to Talking to Girls About Duran Duran (Rob Sheffield). This book perpetuated about 600 gender stereotypes within the first 15 minutes and infuriated me instantly. I get a little sad when I think that something like this? THIS?! is selling well. I think I am just going to listen to Last of the Mohicans next, because there is no way that won’t please me. My only wish is that I could somehow incorporate the soundtrack of the movie into the audiobook, because that would be insanely perfect.
I want to finish this off with approximately 200 quotes from Song of Solomon, but that would be robbing you of the pleasure of reading it yourself.
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