Reading Wednesday. I mean, Thursday.
Slightly-belated, but I want to get this down, since my usual reading schedule has been interrupted and will be interrupted further in the upcoming weeks.
Recently Finished: Traplines by Eden Robinson. I had a lot of mixed feelings about her more recent novel, Blood Sports, but Traplines was excellent. It's a collection of four long unrelated stories set in the dark underside of the Vancouver area, and they're all very good, quick reads. One of the stories, Contact Sports, involves the same characters as Blood Sports, but tells their tale from a different perspective, and after reading it I have a better appreciation for the novel, I think. These two things are best when taken together. Though I'm not sure which would be better to read first - Blood Sports, or Traplines. ...Leaning toward the latter, because I prefer it overall.
Finished Today: Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov. I'd heard the author's use of language is beautiful. This is 100% true. This novel is beautifully written. But I expect that I will never, ever want to read it again, because once was enough. I'm glad that I read it, because of the language, but also because - well, now I know what actually happens in it, beyond the whole "a horrible man does horrible things to a teenage girl and it is horrible" stuff that everyone knows. Going in, I had no idea that a large part of it is essentially a roadtrip novel. And I had no idea about all the stuff going on with Charlotte. Or... any of the plot-related things, really. So it was interesting to experience it properly - this happens a lot with classics that I've heard a lot about, but have never heard what they're about. So - no, I don't regret reading this at all. But, er, not a reread, no. The point-of-view character is despicable and I think I want to douse my brain with bleach. But Nabokov's use of English is beautiful.
Reading Next: I have no clue. I have a few library books left, but chances of getting through them before I have to return them on Saturday is small. Next week, I'll be working late, getting ready to travel, and then travelling. So. Yeah. I have a few random Mercedes Lackey novels on my e-reader, and I'm thinking of loading it up with a bunch of Edgar Rice Burroughs novels grabbed from Gutenberg, since I recall enjoying A Princess of Mars a lot, and that sort of thing seems not a bad choice to read on a plane. Also: buttloads of SSSS fanfiction, since I've fallen behind on my fandom-related reading again. Though I'll have to be sure to scribble down thoughts on a bit of paper as I go through those, so that I can leave comments later.
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Recently Finished: Traplines by Eden Robinson. I had a lot of mixed feelings about her more recent novel, Blood Sports, but Traplines was excellent. It's a collection of four long unrelated stories set in the dark underside of the Vancouver area, and they're all very good, quick reads. One of the stories, Contact Sports, involves the same characters as Blood Sports, but tells their tale from a different perspective, and after reading it I have a better appreciation for the novel, I think. These two things are best when taken together. Though I'm not sure which would be better to read first - Blood Sports, or Traplines. ...Leaning toward the latter, because I prefer it overall.
Finished Today: Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov. I'd heard the author's use of language is beautiful. This is 100% true. This novel is beautifully written. But I expect that I will never, ever want to read it again, because once was enough. I'm glad that I read it, because of the language, but also because - well, now I know what actually happens in it, beyond the whole "a horrible man does horrible things to a teenage girl and it is horrible" stuff that everyone knows. Going in, I had no idea that a large part of it is essentially a roadtrip novel. And I had no idea about all the stuff going on with Charlotte. Or... any of the plot-related things, really. So it was interesting to experience it properly - this happens a lot with classics that I've heard a lot about, but have never heard what they're about. So - no, I don't regret reading this at all. But, er, not a reread, no. The point-of-view character is despicable and I think I want to douse my brain with bleach. But Nabokov's use of English is beautiful.
Reading Next: I have no clue. I have a few library books left, but chances of getting through them before I have to return them on Saturday is small. Next week, I'll be working late, getting ready to travel, and then travelling. So. Yeah. I have a few random Mercedes Lackey novels on my e-reader, and I'm thinking of loading it up with a bunch of Edgar Rice Burroughs novels grabbed from Gutenberg, since I recall enjoying A Princess of Mars a lot, and that sort of thing seems not a bad choice to read on a plane. Also: buttloads of SSSS fanfiction, since I've fallen behind on my fandom-related reading again. Though I'll have to be sure to scribble down thoughts on a bit of paper as I go through those, so that I can leave comments later.
This entry was originally posted at http://yuuago.dreamwidth.org/3478349.html. You can comment here or at the original entry.