Oct 08, 2016 12:28
I am currently reading Tana French's latest, The Trespasser, and as usual, I am torn between a wild urge to READ READ READ all of it at top speed, because I need to find out what happened and how the characters make it out of there, and the soul-breaking knowledge that I have to pace myself because there will be no new book from her for a good, long while now.
Also, I wish I were like Antoinette Conway, but I know for a fact that I am, in many ways, a lot like Steve Moran.
I am not entirely sure what to make of that.
My documentary series Doc Soup started this Thursday, with a documentary called Motley's Law (it's about Kimberley Motley, who is an Antoinette Conway type of person if I ever saw one - she is my new hero). I was so excited about this that I was the first in the line up, approximately one hour before the show started.
An elderly couple arrived a few minutes later and stood behind me. They were chatting rather loudly - or at least the man was quite loud in his need to mansplain the world to his companion. I didn't notice them much at first - my nose was buried in my book where Antoinette and Steve were having a conversation - but then we were offered free pizza (FREE PIZZA!) and I closed my book for a little while in order to grab a slice.
The man was still in full mansplaining mode when the woman leaned over to me and said: "I just started that book yesterday. I am loving it! Is it your first Tana French book?" I turned to her to reply "Oh no, I've read every single one of her books, this one I ordered two months ago and I couldn't WAIT to get my hands on it" and then I caught the man's eye. He was NOT HAPPY, let me tell you. A conversation that wasn't about him was making him very unhappy.
Woman, to the man: Do you know Tana French? I think you'd like her books.
Man *uppity tone*: no, I don't. I don't read, anyways.
Woman: yes you do! You read all the time!
Man *smugly*: I don't read that - I don't read fiction. *stares icily at rainette*
Rainette *shrugs internally, quietly goes back to her book, mutters inwardly* Cooper wouldn't like you one bit, dude