I have been ripping through books lately. I guess that’s what happens when you’re employed 15 hours a week and too broke to go anywhere besides the library, and it’s freezing cold middle of winter…. Life has been an odd chain of events over the last year and right now it’s in a state of flux, not sure if I’m coming or going or living a dream. Thus, I read.
In the past week I have polished off four books (my Goodreads challenge will be blown out of the stacks this year).
A new hot book, read by the likes of Sarah Jessica Parker (do we care that she has a Goodreads account now? Does she actually read or is it a PR thing?), I read My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh.
Overall, I enjoyed it. The story is of a woman who checks out of life for a year by sleeping through as much as possible with the help of a bonanza of pharmaceuticals. I relate to the melancholy, the what-is-the-point-of-it-all-ness, the exasperating exhaustion of other people. My melancholy lasts at most a couple of days at a time, not a whole year, let’s be thankful for that.
There was a portion about 1/3 to 1/2 through where I thought it was a bit repetitive, but the action picked up a bit after that (action may be a strong word – we are talking about a woman who virtually slept a year of her life away) to a satisfying finish. I appreciate a new voice, new perspective, and one I can relate to. I will be going back and reading Ottessa’s previous books and any she has coming out in future.
Disappearing in dystopian works is therapeutic to me, so I went back to David Mitchell. I read Cloud Atlas a couple years ago and thought it pure genius, then read a couple other books of his that I wasn’t that into. This week I picked up The Bone Clocks (loved it) AND Slade House (yes, two books by the same author in one week! There must be a term for that).
It was a fortunate pairing, because the story of Slade House carries on with some of the characters and storyline from The Bone Clocks. Anyhow, both were thoroughly enjoyable, but I recommend reading The Bone Clocks first. It is another epic David Mitchell style novel, told through five different characters (much respect to you David, for your character development and ability to deliver diverse believable personalities across ages, sexes, and eras). Very enjoyable read. Slade House is a short book as far as David Mitchell novels go, full of imagination and general creepiness. David Mitchell transports the reader to other worlds. Fait accompli.
Finally, I delved into a bit of history and pulled out Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury. I found this last week on the Used Book For Sale cart at the library and paid a whole fifty cents for it. This was my first foray into Bradbury, and I have to say I was inspired by his ability to simply tell a fanciful story that was also somewhat terrifying. Creepy carnival characters will get me every time. His style will be one that may influence my writing in future.
So there you have it, no boring book reviews full of long quotes and excessive verbiage, just what I’ve been reading and what I thought. If you want to know the plot lines, look them up on Goodreads, or Amazon, or any other site that has already hashed that out for you.
Get off the device and pick up your book. Happy reading.