without the vampire diaries to write about (or my other secret, soon-to-be revealed project on my plate) i found myself with an abundance of time this past weekend. how does one feel it if not with overthinking television?
books. books. books.
i finally read the third and final Wolves of Mercy Falls book, Forever by Maggie Stiefvater (whose name I love to say with extra oomph). I had forgotten a lot of the plot details — who did what to whom and why, wolf wise — but nevertheless it carried the same charm and romance and tension and sense of the beauty of standing in the forest (whether as wolf or as human) that I loved from Shiver and Linger. As much as I love Sam and Grace, Cole and, in particular, Isabel are such unusual and well-defined voices that I found myself especially happy to be in their POV chapters. Sad the series is over. And I’d forgotten that these books make me wish I was in love — so heavy-hearted when they end. Le sigh.
What is that saying about books and their covers? I must say that I absolutely abhor the cover of Daughter of Smoke and Bone. Yuck to the max. (Sorry, cover designer whoever you are.) But I kept hearing excellent things about the book. And so I bought it and promptly removed the offending dust jacket and have begun to read it. And yes. Excellent so far.
I am not one to read the descriptions of books — fear of spoilers — so I don’t really know what kind of world I am getting into. But so far: two thumbs up for the main girl (presumably the titular daughter of smoke and bone?), two thumbs up for her bestie, and two thumbs up for setting up a mysterious and intriguing world. I’m maybe three or so chapters in; let’s hope it is excellent straight through to the end as it is the first in a series. Also, me and Vee saw Laini Taylor at a panel at Comic-Con this past July, and I remember her as clever and lovely. So hurrah for that.
And in the re-read department: The Awakening by Kate Chopin. I’m reading a beauteous edition from Melville House, part of their Art of the Novella series, and at the suggestion of Lucia (from Heroine TV and her book blog Raspberry Cordial) who is (was?) re-reading it herself after many moons. I read The Awakening in university English class, probably when I was about 19 or 20 or something — as in, what oddly feels like yesterday and a million years ago at the same time — and I remember it making an impression. The idea of this woman waking up and coming out of the fog was somehow so realistically rendered as to be incredibly powerful.
What else should I read? I’m doing one of those Goodreads reading challenges: I have to read 12 more books before January. (so please recommend short short bookies.)