A Wrinkle in Time
Do you ever retread a book that you loved when you were young, and find there were huge parts that went right over your head? That happened to me on my recent retread of “A Wrinkle in Time.”
I loved these books growing up, even though I never read much fantasy/science fiction. The fact that my mother let me read L’Engle should have been my first clue that they were on some approved Christian reading list somewhere. Which, hey, nothing wrong with that. I just loved Meg’s awkwardness, and hoped that one day maybe I would grow out of that gawky adolescent stage. Maybe I would go on some kind of epic time bending adventure where I would save the day and the whole world. I also was enthralled with the idea of time “wrinkling.” This simple illustration has a permanent place inside one of my own brain wrinkles:
As a child, I loved when books presented a way to reconcile my family’s faith with imaginings and creations and, well, science. We practiced a faith that relied heavily on the literal interpretation of the Bible, or at least parts of it. The Earth was 6,000 years old, and anything not talked about in its pages didn’t exist. Unless we wanted it to, of course. I guess books – novels – were the first thing that made me realize that words on a page were open to interpretation.
A Wrinkle in Time is itself a book that is open to varying interpretations. Reaction from religious circles is split – some praise it, some try to ban it. The is certainly support for both positions in the text. Based on this interview with the author, it seems that hers is a more expansive view than the one I grew up with, and for that I am certainly thankful.
Alex Segura, the new husband of one of my dearest law school friends, and a friend of mine in his own right, has published his first mystery novel. It’s set in Miami, where he’s originally from, and is hopefully first in a long successful series. Congrats Alex!
And if you were so inclined…
This afternoon I started making a list of people I need to buy Christmas presents for along with some gift ideas. I still can’t believe it’s essentially the middle of November. It feels like Christmas was all of five seconds ago. Thinking about this made me remember one of my favorite presents from last year, Heidi Swanson’s cookbook, Super Natural Every Day. And that I’ve only made one recipe out of it this entire year.
Those quinoa cakes were really, really good. I kinda love quinoa.
So, I’m looking through the book for some recipes that I am going to make in the next couple of weeks. The cover recipe, a dish of white beans and cabbage, looks good. The other recipe I’m planning on making is with roasted broccoli and roasted fingerling potatoes.
See? Looks delicious!
One of the things I miss about living up north are the true seasons, especially fall and spring. Of course, today I went out kayaking with some friends and sat around outside into the evening listening to music from a nearby Veteran’s Day event, so I can’t really complain about Florida weather too much
…who, at 8:41 tonight, made me take him home to go to bed.
A History of the World in Six Glasses
I read this book back when I was teaching. It’s a great overview of the broad strokes of world history, arranged by the drink Standage identified as the defining one of the time.
Although my husband is usually a big fan of drink number one, beer, tonight it was number two, wine, that did him in. Though I doubt early wine producers were as picky as he can be. Of course, when you’re well into your second bottle, what does quality even mean anymore?
If you want a primer into overarching trends, and maybe a prediction or two for the future, take a look at this book. Very readable, and you might learn a thing or two.
stripped all the leaves from the trees last night
except for one leaf
to sway solo on a naked branch.
With this example
that yes of course -
it likes it little jokes from time to time.
translated from the polish by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak
Since I never posted a September review, and I only read 3 books in October, I figure I can just talk about both months together. Total, I read twelve books, so an average of six a month isn’t terrible me. October was Just. So. Busy. I didn’t even have tv or interwebs for much of the month, but still didn’t manage to read much. One of the books, Humans of New York, wasn’t even a real reading type book, but you do get great stuff like this:
“The more times I fall in love, the less sure I am about love.”
I did read some books I’d been wanting to get to for quite awhile, like The Color Purple, Wuthering Heights, and The Land of Green Plums. I ended up really liking Wuthering Heights, which was *quite* unexpected.
So, 12 books total.
Translated 2 17%
Nonfiction 3 25%
Female authors 7 58%
People tell me on a somewhat regular basis that they really do like to read, but they don’t have time, they don’t understand how I read as much as I do, etc. I tell them that I make it a priority. I always have a book on me, and I will read even if it’s for five or ten minutes at a time.
This week I’m at a work conference, and this morning out speaker was late. We were told we could do what we wanted for the next hour. While most people stayed in the meeting room, chatting about the previous night’s exploits, I decided to take advantage of the lovely hammocks outside.
I mean, how could I resist that?
Clearly I could not.
So there I am in a dress and heels walking through the sand to go lay on a hammock and read a novel for 45 minutes. But why the heck not? It was the perfect little interlude.
And that’s how I read as much as I do.
Ana over at Things Mean A Lot is hosting a reading event in January that is meant to give participants a little nudge to read those books we’ve been meaning to get to, but, well, haven’t.
At first I thought “Planning for January? That’s so far away.” And then I realized it’s already November. Oops.
While you are not required to post a list, I think I’ll probably focus on some books from my 30 x 30 list, which has definitely been neglected. I’ve read 9.5 books off the list, and now have less than 6 months before my deadline. Oops, again.
I have heard that time goes by faster as you get older. I swear, if it goes by any faster than this year has, I’ll inhale on January first and exhale on Labor Day. Ridiculous!
I’m at a work conference for a few days, and of course couldn’t figure out what books to bring. I have “Lies” of course, and then I also brought “The Blind Assassin” and “Bury My Heart at aWounded Knee.” And my nook, which has a bunch of classics.
I think tonight is a Margaret Atwood type of night.