Well, I have failed at reading Middlemarch. Again. But I’ve started listening to the audio book, narrated by Juliet Stevenson (whose Persuasion I enjoyed), so maybe I’ll get through it in that medium.
A couple of other books from the library have been slightly more successful. About A Girl by Lindsey Kelk read as fluffy chick lit, a lighter version of early Marian Keyes. It was fine; I probably would have really enjoyed it 10 years ago and gone looking for the sequel, but now it reads as pretty derivative to me. Olivia de Havilland’s memoir, Every Frenchman Has One, was charming. It was dated, of course, and narrated a lifestyle that seems as alien and distant to me as medieval England or China under the Han dynasty.
I ran across an interview with Lois McMaster-Bujold in which she talked about self-publishing her work as electronic rights became/become available, along with a Penric short story. The story, Penric and the Shaman, was a lovely little adventure; it went over much better for me than her last full book.
Currently I’m reading one of Victoria Thompson’s Gaslight Mysteries, and I’ve got a Le Carre novel up next; the one that has been turned into a movie recently (out this summer), its title escapes me at the moment. There are a couple of library books sitting on the table, as well. After that, who knows. It’ll be time to pick out some beach reads by the time I finish all that up…assuming I manage to finish them.
Saw Love & Friendship, which was quite funny; I’d recommend it not only for the costumes and set decoration but for the acting and writing of the screenplay.