This Week’s Blog Posts:
Three very different posts were shared at Grab the Lapels this week. Monday kicked off with the 12th book of #ReadingValdemar, Storm Rising. While not a lot of plot is developed, the characters are, leading me into unexpected emotional places.
Wednesday was a popular day, as many readers weighed in on my argument that literary fiction is not a genre, that it serves more as a label to prove one is reading respectable books. Thank you to all who shared their thoughts, responded to my and other comments, and contributed to an interesting discussion.
On Friday, I said goodbye to summer and hello to #BackToSchool season! Up the Down Staircase by Bel Kaufman is a work of fiction, but her experience in the classroom and use of an unconventional form (especially in 1964) made for a realistic read.
Next Week’s Blog Posts:
For Tuesday: Expect my review of Kerry Greenwood’s mystery novel Earthly Delights, starring a fat woman named Corinna Chapman who just wants to bake bread, but is left to deal with junkies, witches, vampires, rats, and a missing teen girl. If you’re not into mysteries, still read the review; this one may surprise you.
Friday I’ll continue with Corinna Chapman in the second book in the series, Heavenly Pleasures, which is both the title and the name of a chocolaterie that opens near Corinna’s bakery, Earthly Delights. The drama may have moved away from bread, but it’s checked in with chocolate.
Book I Own by a Male Author:
You guys. Stop telling me Charles Dickens is a dude. I’m aware.
I have a goal each month to read from select categories I’ve chosen for myself:
- A book for my fat women quest
- The oldest book I own by a woman
- The newest book I own by a woman
- A #ReadingValdemar book
- Something from the library on my Goodreads TBR
- A book I own by a man
The books I read to my spouse vary wildly in content, theme, genre, and gender of author. It something separate that we do together, but I update folks on what I’m reading to him, and it’s one of the most commented aspects of the Sunday Lowdown, so I’m going to keep doing it.
Book I’m Reading Aloud to My Spouse:
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens has hit a hiccup. The Mr. and Mrs. Page household was on the verge of fisticuffs this week when I noted that there are several scenes in which David seems entirely absent, despite the novel being framed as David in the present penning his memoir and reflecting on his life. Mr. Page, who loves and has read the book before, argues that David isn’t really writing. I mean, I know — David Copperfield isn’t a real person. It’s a flaw in the writing that Dickens seems to lay his protagonist down like a paper doll but forgot where. Will we go on??
Books Added to the TBR Pile: