I’ve been in a reading slump lately.
It’s kind of crazy for me to be in a reading slump, considering I learned to read early and have gone nearly non-stop since. Yet it’s been about a month since I finished a book, and I’ve started several. It’s weird, and unlike me. In some ways I think it might be the context – the busyness and slight insanity that is life right now. Well, always, but in particular right now. Oh well.
Even so, I’ve been trying to read a little bit in the moments that I feel it. Therefore, first time posting reading notes on this blog. I hope for this to become a semi-regular thing, and I just felt the first tonight. Here goes nothing.
– I picked up Steinbeck the other day for the first time in years. The Pearl is now at my bedside, only a little way through the short volume. I should really finish it this week.
– This Cheri Rowlands Lucas piece was a description of a feeling I have a lot in regard to writing, especially given that I like numbers and data better in the first place. If I could just write in chemical equations all the time (or was fluent enough to think in them), all would be fantastic.
– I talked about this Rookie piece with some of my friends a couple weeks ago. It rings very true and relevant to teen girls.
– Ngozi Chimimanda Adichie’s Purple Hibiscus was started but not finished a couple weekends ago. I’m maybe halfway through but haven’t had time to plug away at it. Should happen soon, though no guarantees.
– I have fallen so thoroughly, incredibly in love with Vela Magazine. So so so much. I’d originally found it through Miranda Ward, one of my favorite young women writers, but it’s so much more than that. Beautiful pieces of late? This Miranda Ward piece. This emotion-laden piece on travel and love and taking care of each other. And, discovered tonight, likely one of my favorite things read this year so far, and maybe one of my favorite essays ever, this piece on living bilingually and bilingual relationships. Vela’s pieces are so beautiful and so nicely curated. I kinda just want to read all the archives in one sitting, although unrealistic.
– Given how much baking I’ve done over the past 60 hours or so, our kitchen might hypothetically have a lot less flour and sugar and butter less than it does. Good thing we stocked up. I spent quite a bit of time before starting (and even during the process) searching for recipes, and I was struck by the honesty at the beginning of this post. It needs to be said sometimes. I’m glad it was phrased here in the way that it was.
– The book I remember finishing most recently, not for class (aka not The Scarlet Letter or The Rediscovery of North America), was Emily Transue’s On Call. Medical memoirs are the best. I absolutely need to get my hands on Atul Gawande’s latest book, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End. (Amazon link)
– Also to get but completely unrelated (though released near to Gawande’s): Amy Poehler’s book! Smart Girls is the best, and I am waiting for the impulse, Amazon Prime, and a perfect long weekend to read this.
– On a more serious note, after a really great quote in a travel magazine article, I’m hoping to discover something in William Blake. Hopefully the school library has a copy of Jerusalem, the book quoted in the article. It looks like there might be a lot to discover there.
That’s a lot, looking at it. More than I expected, though it surely could be longer. I’ll sign off on that. It’s a rainy night where I am, a perfect night for reading inside. I’ll be off to do just that.