I have read two books and a novella in the last 7-10 days, which feels kind of amazing. Before the Years Long Reading Slump, three books a week – or more – was nothing.
“Wonderment in Death” – eh, it was fine, very focused on procedure, which I like.
Welcome to Rosie Hopkins’ Sweetshop of Dreams by Jenny Colgan – It was sort of sweet in a fairytale kind of way. I don’t know, maybe English village life is really like that, and it isn’t a fairytale or fantasy? The romance angle seemed kind of forced and not really believable, but I liked most of the characters and even the ex-boyfriend wasn’t terribly vilified. (Truly, I was more irritated by how passive Rosie was with him.) I checked LibraryThing, because Colgan’s name looked familiar; I haven’t read her before, but I feel like back when chick lit was bigger I read other similar Brit chick lit writers.
The Martian by Andy Weir. As much as I enjoyed the movie, the book is better. The majority of the book, like the movie, is narrated by Mark Watney, and the voice and tone are just so funny and smart, without being maudlin or pedantic, and he makes what seems to me to be complicated science* simple. I even liked the end of the book better; there are some wrap-up/HEAish type scenes tacked onto the movie, which were fine but not really necessary. There are a few Big Things that occur in the book that don’t occur in the movie; I’m curious to know if they were filmed but edited out for time or pacing, or if they were not in the screenplay to begin with because they felt like Too Much. (I didn’t think they were too much as a read the book over several days, but I can see how they would feel sort of overwhelming in the 2 hour span of the movie.) One of my favorite things is Watney’s appreciation for duct tape. Also enjoyable are his appreciation for how ridiculous his situation is and his eye-rolling at NASA as they micromanage him from 140 million miles away.
I’m not sure what to read next – I feel like I need to jump on this trend and keep reading, for fear of relapsing into The Slump. I’ve got a book by Shelly Laurenston and translation of Mario Vargas Llosa by Edith Grossman, both library borrows, sitting on my coffee table. But a bunch of Patricia Veryan’s Georgian and Regency novels have been digitized; I loved them when I was a teen, and I’m curious to see if they stand up to re-read and adult perspective.
*Neil deGrasse Tyson says the astrophysics and other science is right, but The Biochemist says Watney’s comments about bacteria in your body being healthy is not strictly true all the time. I’ll defer to Science People.
Unrelated to reading, my NWHL jersey arrived today. So excited. I’ll wear it when watching games online after the Four Nations tournament. And when I go to a game in February. (Although I may have to check the schedule and get to a game sooner.)
I finished the second staggered shawl for a friend. So sick of the pattern by the time it was finished. But someone else asked if I could make one for them. I think I’m going to have to say not until December or January, because I’m not ready for another identical project. I want to try making a hat or something simple.
It was in the mid-70s today. It felt like summer out. And it’s apparently supposed to be similarly nice for the next couple of days.
We have a bunch of international people visiting for a conference right now. For some reason the host didn’t organize any kind of map of the neighborhood or suggestions for lunch, just said go to the food court at Union Station. Which, uh, would you tell guests to eat at the equivalent of a mall food court? I would not. I took a couple of people to Cafe Berlin; good beer and wine and the tail end of their Oktoberfest menu (so good). Definitely going back there.