Remember that one time? When I posted about my 100 book challenge in 2009 and how I fell short and then some guy wrote a really funny but mean comment about how infantile I was and I said that I wasn’t even going to try for 100 books this year because I was busy and I have new babies to be knitting for? Remember before I used a terrible run-on sentence that ate away your brain stem?
So last year, remember I would post about how many books I had read and how many books I should have read, and then I would feel bad because I wasn’t catching up to my goal? In an odd twist of fate, as of today (halfway through the year, give or take) I have read 53 books this year.
Partly, this is the fault of my spending spree in April. Partly, too, fault of vacation and a twenty-five hour car ride with my parents. And, I suppose, we should admit that some were better reads than others. But still. Crazy times.
Tonight I finished Wicked Lovely, by Melissa Marr. It wasn’t as badly written as Twilight, but it wasn’t a Hunger Games, either. As far as teenage faerie dramas go, I found it to be pretty run of the mill. The characters were a little uneven, and the plot fairly predictable, but I thought she could have done a better job making the resolution to the main plot point smooth, rather than NO! <end chapter> Well, maybe. <end chapter> Yes. <end chapter> Why did Aislinn change her mind? Why does her grandmother only get two lines? Who names a believable character Aislinn Foy in the first place? (Haha, at least it’s not Renesmee.) Anyway. I wouldn’t have read it if it hadn’t been free, and I don’t believe I will follow up by reading either the second or the third in the trilogy.
I did, however, over the weekend, re-read an excellent translation of Sappho’s fragments – If Not, Winter, by Anne Carson. I love this translation. When I was reading it, I thought of how much Emily Dickinson would have love it, too. Sappho’s girlish, yet barbed, voice seems very like Emily’s own.