I went on holiday (to visit my family in Scotland, and my wife's family in Yorkshire). It was fun! But because I was on holiday and out of my normal routine, I read a lot.
I want to keep in the habit now that I'm back home, but here's some mini reviews, I guess?
Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice - I bought the copy I found at my mum's when I was like, 15? Which means it took me like 17 years to finally get round to reading it. Honestly I feel like I got through it only because I loved Lestat so much which made the portion without him in it more difficult to read. After reading it I looked up some stuff about the TV series and I think some of the changes in it (primarily Claudia's agelift) would make it slightly more palatable for me so like, maybe I'll watch it.
The Summer of the Ubume by Natsuhiko Kyogoku - again, another book I bought a very very long time ago and only read and finished because it was at my mum's house. A novelist ends up trying to solve a locked room mystery where a childhood friend has disappeared, leaving behind his wife who has been pregnant for twenty months. I found this a kind of odd mix - the first two (lengthy) chapters are the main character mostly listening to his friend soliloquizing about the nature of memory and reality in a way that felt very self-indulgent. After this though the main character gets drafted into solving the mystery and it turns into a pretty decent narrative.
That being said, the main twist involved a representation of DID that was... eh.
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley - no notes, it slaps.
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo - I picked this up in a book shop mostly because I really loved the edition (Macmillan Collector's Library, mass market paperback sized and with fun design), and I wanted to read some Victor Hugo but there was no way in hell I was committing to Les Miserables first. I'm about 75% of the way through and enjoying it so far.
I want to keep in the habit now that I'm back home, but here's some mini reviews, I guess?
Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice - I bought the copy I found at my mum's when I was like, 15? Which means it took me like 17 years to finally get round to reading it. Honestly I feel like I got through it only because I loved Lestat so much which made the portion without him in it more difficult to read. After reading it I looked up some stuff about the TV series and I think some of the changes in it (primarily Claudia's agelift) would make it slightly more palatable for me so like, maybe I'll watch it.
The Summer of the Ubume by Natsuhiko Kyogoku - again, another book I bought a very very long time ago and only read and finished because it was at my mum's house. A novelist ends up trying to solve a locked room mystery where a childhood friend has disappeared, leaving behind his wife who has been pregnant for twenty months. I found this a kind of odd mix - the first two (lengthy) chapters are the main character mostly listening to his friend soliloquizing about the nature of memory and reality in a way that felt very self-indulgent. After this though the main character gets drafted into solving the mystery and it turns into a pretty decent narrative.
That being said, the main twist involved a representation of DID that was... eh.
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley - no notes, it slaps.
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame by Victor Hugo - I picked this up in a book shop mostly because I really loved the edition (Macmillan Collector's Library, mass market paperback sized and with fun design), and I wanted to read some Victor Hugo but there was no way in hell I was committing to Les Miserables first. I'm about 75% of the way through and enjoying it so far.