Oh, I do apologize for the layer of dust that has gathered on this blog over the last 2-3 months. I’d like to blame the lack of updates on the summer heat, but honestly it only started getting hot ’round these parts just this past weekend so I have only my own laziness to blame.
One thing I can’t be accused of slacking off on is reading, and after getting past the hump that was Stephen King’s very lengthy horror opus IT back in mid-April, I’ve been steadily working through the unread stacks of books in my home and on my Kindle. I’m also trying to practice self-control when it comes to reserving books at the library, especially since I’m just now devoting myself to the pile I actually own.
After finishing IT, I found it hard to let go of the Losers Club and their friendship dynamic. I did a little research and found another horror novel with similar themes called Summer of Night by Dan Simmons, who is widely known for his Hyperion series. When I started the book, I thought I knew what I was getting into (group of preteen kids discovering a supernatural terror in their small town. yep, been there.) but midway through I realized that I know absolutely nothing so why don’t I just chuck all expectations into that creepy-looking hole in the floor that wasn’t there a few minutes ago, m’kay? Simmons’s novel is one scary read, even a bit cruel, but there’s also a lot of heart, and you’ll find yourself pushing through the scarier bits, so long as the kids in the story make it through as well.
I continued in the same vein with Joe Hill’s NOS4R2 but as much as I enjoyed it, I was so relieved when I got to the last page. Creepy kids wielding sharp objects? Not my cup of Joe…Hill. Right, moving on! I’m currently reading The Talisman, a sci-fi/fantasy adventure born out of the collaborative efforts of Stephen King and Peter Straub. In between, I’ve enjoyed other books, most notably out of my recent batch of library picks, Mrs. Woolf & the Servants by Alison Light. It’s a eye-opening examination of Virginia Woolf’s complicated relationship with her servants while shedding light on English domestic service and class politics of the late 19th Century, going into the early 20th Century. For all of their bohemian ways and liberal mindedness, Virginia and the rest of the Bloomsbury set still relied heavily on their live-in domestics to care for their homes and see to their comfort. This book reveals much about Virginia’s own class snobbery towards the women who toiled in her home while she wrote the books and essays that helped inspire modern feminism. You needn’t be familiar with Virginia Woolf or her work to enjoy this book; as a historical study, I found it quite absorbing and hard to put down, mostly because I enjoyed reading the more gossipy portions that involved the other members of the Bloomsbury circle.
I have a couple other titles that I want to mention, but I think they deserve their own posts. I’m working on it, I swear.