The brown English rib sweater (Yes… still) is the perfect project for me this week because it’s easy and can be worked on mindlessly, which is what I need during my first week on a new job. I got a lot of knitting done this weekend and even spent some quality time with CNN, the sweater, and takeout dinner from Noori Indian restaurant on Tuesday night. All right – I didn’t actually knit while I was eating my chicken saag – but close enough.
Back when all the hype about The Book Thief was in its heyday, I considered reading it and then decided against it. My reason can be loosely summed up as follows: I already know that tragic subject matter like the Holocaust can be written about in unusual and even lighthearted ways, and this is a lesson one needs to learn only once. I don’t need to read this book, my reasoning proceeds, because I’ve already read Time’s Arrow, I’ve already seen Life is Beautiful, and I’m familiar with the comedy of Mel Brooks. (I’ve also been yelled at by Mel Brooks on a boat, but that is a story for another day.) I will be teaching this book beginning next week, so I’m reading it and making plans about how to discuss it, and I know that many of my young students may find this novel BRILLIANT and LIFE CHANGING, as its cover insists it is (the cover says it is ambitious also, but only in lower case). For that reason, I don’t dread teaching it, and I think our discussions will be fun. But for myself as a reader, I’m not too impressed. I don’t care one whit about any of the characters, not even the ones who are clearly undoubtedly doomed, and every time the first-person narrator says something to remind me that he is supposed to be “Death,” I just snort.
But in other news, my new job is just down the road from one of my favorite yarn store. Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, as they say, though I don’t see myself waiting for April.
Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things!