1. The two books I haven’t finished this month so far are Pointed Roofs by Dorothy Richardson, a remainder from my modern British fiction class that I opened to justify the purchase, and The Man Who Made Friends with Himself by Christopher Morley, which I was more than a little bit sorry to dislike. I’d enjoyed Parnassus on Wheels, Morley’s whimsical first novel, but this his last novel lacked the same lightheartedness, I felt, as well as any discernible plot. The main character was just too pithy for me.
2. The book I’ve set the former aside for is Stories, a collection of all-new fantastic fiction edited by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio. I tore it open and read the first three stories in the bookstore and on the drive home. So far, they have not disappointed.
3. I’m formulating a list of books to bring with me on my five-week absentation from my bookcase. Books that are coming with me that I’ve already read are The Left Hand of Darkness and A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin, A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen Turner, Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis, The Perilous Gard by Elizabeth Marie Pope, about which I’m writing a paper, and Locked Rooms by Laurie R. King, which I plan to reread before segueing into Language of Bees, the next book in the series. I consider this a modest list.
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