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Monthly Archives: November 2014
In which Jill decides she really dislikes Theo Decker: Progress report on Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch
Since last posting, I’ve read about three hundred more pages of The Goldfinch. Thanksgiving preparations slowed me down quite a bit, despite having two long weekends in the past two weeks. The past couple of days I’ve had more free … Continue reading
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I read Richard Rodríguez’s Hunger of Memory as a freshman in college, and it affected me in that worldview-shattering way that books are supposed to affect one in college (at least until the kid across the hall gets a thyroid … Continue reading
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Thoughts on Part I of Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch (by Jill)
Donna Tartt’s long-awaited third novel came out late in 2013 and won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 2014. I read her two earlier novels, The Secret History, and The Little Friend, years ago, and remember really enjoying them, … Continue reading
A Review of Bill Roorbach’s The Remedy for Love (by Bethany)
This book – the first of Roorbach’s that I’ve read – seems like a stage play that took a wrong turn in the Department of Genre Assignations (DGA) and ended up as a novel. This is not exactly a problem, … Continue reading
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I’m not reading all of the books in this photo, but I might as well be. My life for the last couple of weeks has been a chaotic mess of knitting, reading, writing, and hurting, with an emphasis on knitting … Continue reading
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Final Thoughts on F. Scott Fitzgerald’s This Side of Paradise (by Bethany)
As I’ve made clear before, I did not enjoy This Side of Paradise one bit. I was a little surprised, because I imagined that Fitzgerald was so adept with language that any book he might write would be worth reading … Continue reading
In which Jill reflects on twenty years “in the Blood” and reviews Anne Rice’s Prince Lestat
I finished Prince Lestat tonight. I should have finished it on Thursday but I had to take a nap or two that day. And last night I fell asleep with thirty pages to go. It’s not that I was bored, … Continue reading
