Wednesday, July 18, 2007
I couldn't help it. Harry looms, and in anticipation, I've been treading water, trying not to get into any books that's going to mean a long commitment, trying to get more work related reading done. Nothing fits. That's a good excuse to get more books, right? And just be forewarned, if you're the one that gives away the Potter plot before I've finished it, I'll hunt you down. And it won't be pretty. Ask the guy who spoiled Anna Karenina for me.
Neil Giman's Neverwhere was on reserve for me at the library and I went to pick it up yesterday. A number of the bookish bloggers I read have enjoyed this book. After thirty pages It's nowhere, as far as I'm concerned. I thought it was supposed to be an adult book fiction but it has the rhythm of a book written for younger readers (not that I don't love that genre, but it's not what I expected). And I'm annoyed by the voice - I find it kind of twee. I just don't have the patience for it right now.
I'm expecting Veronica to come in the mail (Sheila's recommendation) and Buddenbrooks, which I've always wanted to read and the Marcel Reich-Ranicki memoir I read last week reminded me of that fact.
Finally, I went strolling through Labyrinth bookstore yesterday - one of my favorite indy bookstores - and found Tarjei Vesaas' The Ice Palace - which the fabulous dovegrey reader recommended recently, and made irresistible, and The Mind's Past by Michael Gazzaniga. Gazzaniga is one of the founders of cognitive neuroscience and this is a slim, up-to-date tour through the subject for the lay reader.