Three cheers for the library
Aug. 1st, 2002 10:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaSomeone suggested trying to rent workout videos at the library to me, and I thought I'd head to the library yesterday and see what I could find. There were no workout videos, but I did get a giant pile of books.
It's strange. I'm part of this informal book club, and the last two books/authors have been ones I distinctly remember hating in high school: Willa Cather, specifically My Antonia (We read that and O Pioneers for book club), and Charles Dickens (I had to read A Tale of Two Cities in HS, we read Great Expectations). I'm not sure if it was because I'm older now, or because there was no one standing over me with a gradebook and a "permanent record", or some other reason, but I enjoyed all three of these books IMMENSELY. Obviously, or I would not have gone to the library and gotten out more books by the authors.
I remember always thinking my mother was a freak for being excited about the books I brought home in HS (Just like in Zits this week), but now I'm afraid that Widget is going to end up thinking the same thing about me when she gets older. (Seriously, my mom has always claimed Dickens as one of her favorite authors. I've always thought she was lying or crazy. Now, not so much. We'll see what I think after trying A Tale of Two Cities again.)
I've always felt kind of lacking in something because I had skipped so many of the "classics" of literature because I found them not to my taste. That is, in fact, one of the reasons I was excited to participate in the bookclub. I'm rather pleased to find that my taste, and perhaps my intellect, has grown to accomodate a wider variety of writing and literature.
- Dickens A Tale of Two Cities
- Willa Cather Death Comes for the ArchBishop and A Lost Lady
- Alice Randall The Wind Done Gone
- Bill Bryson In a Sunburned Country
- Anthony Bourdain Typhoid Mary
- Ana Castillo Peel my Love Like an Onion
- A book on kitchen gardening.
It's strange. I'm part of this informal book club, and the last two books/authors have been ones I distinctly remember hating in high school: Willa Cather, specifically My Antonia (We read that and O Pioneers for book club), and Charles Dickens (I had to read A Tale of Two Cities in HS, we read Great Expectations). I'm not sure if it was because I'm older now, or because there was no one standing over me with a gradebook and a "permanent record", or some other reason, but I enjoyed all three of these books IMMENSELY. Obviously, or I would not have gone to the library and gotten out more books by the authors.
I remember always thinking my mother was a freak for being excited about the books I brought home in HS (Just like in Zits this week), but now I'm afraid that Widget is going to end up thinking the same thing about me when she gets older. (Seriously, my mom has always claimed Dickens as one of her favorite authors. I've always thought she was lying or crazy. Now, not so much. We'll see what I think after trying A Tale of Two Cities again.)
I've always felt kind of lacking in something because I had skipped so many of the "classics" of literature because I found them not to my taste. That is, in fact, one of the reasons I was excited to participate in the bookclub. I'm rather pleased to find that my taste, and perhaps my intellect, has grown to accomodate a wider variety of writing and literature.
