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What I've been reading
I finished reading Alexander Hamilton, which I read kind of slowly because I was enjoying it and I didn't want it to end. Especially since, you know. I know how it ends.
I read The Marvels, Brian Selznick's newest book, and I was kind of disappointed by the execution. It's kind of the opposite of Wonderstruck, where the visual story and the verbal story counterpoint each other perfectly and it all comes together at the end; the first half is the visual story and the second half is the verbal story and it's really clunky and the pacing is weird. Which is too bad, because I feel like the story has a lot of potential.
I read The Art of Fielding, because everyone recommends it in book recommendation threads on r/baseball, although none of them mentioned the gay romance. I would have picked it up a lot sooner if someone had mentioned the gay romance. Actually the entire book turned out to be constructed of iddy catnip for me and I could not have been more pleased.
I read A Little House Sampler, which is a nice enough anthology of pieces by Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane, although the introductions to each piece are of questionable veracity. Like, one of them says that Laura and Almanzo liked the Rock House that Rose had built for them when they very plainly did not and moved back to their original custom-built house as soon as they possibly could. I mean, honestly.
I reread Ballet Shoes because of this Yuletide fic and also this one I had almost completely forgotten it and/or conflated it with another one of Noel Streatfeild's books, so it was very nearly a fresh read! (My library didn't own any of them or I would have reread them more often as a kid.)
I finished reading Alexander Hamilton, which I read kind of slowly because I was enjoying it and I didn't want it to end. Especially since, you know. I know how it ends.
I read The Marvels, Brian Selznick's newest book, and I was kind of disappointed by the execution. It's kind of the opposite of Wonderstruck, where the visual story and the verbal story counterpoint each other perfectly and it all comes together at the end; the first half is the visual story and the second half is the verbal story and it's really clunky and the pacing is weird. Which is too bad, because I feel like the story has a lot of potential.
I read The Art of Fielding, because everyone recommends it in book recommendation threads on r/baseball, although none of them mentioned the gay romance. I would have picked it up a lot sooner if someone had mentioned the gay romance. Actually the entire book turned out to be constructed of iddy catnip for me and I could not have been more pleased.
I read A Little House Sampler, which is a nice enough anthology of pieces by Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane, although the introductions to each piece are of questionable veracity. Like, one of them says that Laura and Almanzo liked the Rock House that Rose had built for them when they very plainly did not and moved back to their original custom-built house as soon as they possibly could. I mean, honestly.
I reread Ballet Shoes because of this Yuletide fic and also this one I had almost completely forgotten it and/or conflated it with another one of Noel Streatfeild's books, so it was very nearly a fresh read! (My library didn't own any of them or I would have reread them more often as a kid.)
