It’s that time of the week again and I am sad to confess that I have only managed to read two books in the new year. Yes, I know. I’m a bit appalled at myself. In my defense, my very cute niece has finally arrived from Fiji and all my time has been spent with her. She’s like a void that consumes all of my time but since she smiles so preciously, I don’t really mind. I’m also getting a bit behind in my writing schedule so I need to get things together and find some discipline. Plus, the new year means preparations for the upcoming children’s lit conference (international grad research) that I’m co-chairing is going to become intense. Plus, job seeking because I need one. Ahhh, business. But I guess that’s what makes life fun, eh?
In the past week, I read:
Under the Mesquite by Guadalupe Garcia McCall was a lovely surprise. A verse novel, it delves deeply into what it means to be Latino and what the experience of losing a loved one to illness is like. I really liked it.
The Myth of Persephone was interesting but as I said on my GR review, it failed to convince me. I felt that some of the points made during the literature analyses were a bit forced.
I am currently reading:
I am about a hundred or pages in and just haven’t found the time to continue it. It’s a beast and it’s probably going to take me a long time to finish it as I read bits of it here and there because I find that I cannot read Murakami in one go. I need to savor his writing and process the parts I read before I move on.
The Reading Forecast is cloudy. I just want to read: