So much reading bliss this week!
I read the second in the Patrick Rothfuss series, Wise Man’s Fear, and loved it almost as much as the first book. It has everything I love in a good story—characters I would (and did) follow to the end of their worlds (metaphorically), great storylines, interesting settings. Plus it was really long, so the joy lasted. Sadly, the third book is NOT out yet, so I may be waiting a long time for my next rush.
The next book I read was A Lowcountry Heart, writings by Pat Conroy and some of his nearest and dearest. I can remember reading The Prince of Tides for the first time and feeling absolutely captivated by the words, the story, and the setting. I loved his writing deeply. This book brings together some blog posts from the last year or so of his life, and comments from friends and family after he died.
The prose was again amazing, and the whole book offered interesting insights into this man. Of interest to me is the intensity with which he explored his not-perfect family and school life, baring all for the story. He addresses that a bit in this book, and I found the whole thing a joy to read, if too short! I marked a lot of books for my TBR pile, and saved pages of quotes for my future reference.
Every time you read you are learning how to read. Reading is an art we practice our whole lives.
Finally, I pushed through Books for Living, which I had put down a few weeks ago. It was not quite as exquisitely beautiful to read as Conroy’s work, but I did find his choice of books interesting overall—marked lots in this one for my TBR pile also, although I had already read quite a few. So many things he said in this book resonated for me as a reader too. (See pullquotes.) Bliss.
Books are one of the strongest bulwarks we have against tyranny–but only when people are free to read all different kinds of books, and only as long as they actually do so.
I had really enjoyed Schwalbe’s earlier book, The End of Your Life Book Club, and I was completely engaged in this one by the end as well.