For this week’s Thirsty Thursday (yes on Saturday this week) where I explore my continuing thirst of knowledge (no, again sorry, this isn’t a weekly review of beers and wines) I thought I’d go continue to discuss what I’m reading.
I haven’t found Ovid’s Metamorphoses but not just any old translation, but Allan Mandelbaum’s translation, as suggested, not recommended since she hasn’t read it, but thought it looked like a good translation, by Tuesday in Silhouette. I am still waiting on interlibrary loan to get it.
I have yet to start C.S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia, as re-recommended by Andi at Andi-Lit.com, but will do so in the near future.
I continue to explore Agatha Christie’s oeuvre, for the Agatha Christie Reading Challenge in which I’m taking part with Kerrie from Mysteries in Paradise. I’m in the middle of The Man in A Brown Suit.
And I’m stuck on Edwin O’Connor’s The Edge of Sadness. For more on how I picked up this book, check out my entry from two weekends ago Sunday Salon.
I also discovered a writer new to me within recent weeks at our library. The writer is Sarah Vowell, whose name ironically is missing both an ‘i’ and a ‘u.’ I saw her 2008 book The Wordy Shipmates on the new bookshelf and thought it looked so interesting that I wanted to see what else our library had. Among the other books of hers that are at our library is The Partly Cloudy Patriot, which I’m reading now.
I’ll be honest, I even picked up her books after noting she is a contributing editor to “This American Life” on American public radio. Why I say “even” is because my wife and I used to ridicule the show and call it “This American Death,” because it seemed like every time we listened to it, host Ira Glass always had a way of starting out on a happy note and then ending usually with someone dying, usually a relative.
However, I was surprised to see that by skimming her book, she didn’t seem as maudlin as Glass, or at least as we remember him since we haven’t listened to him for a few years since after being disenchanted with his show. Of course, this is so far. I’m only 30 pages into the book. By the end, she might remember a relative that is died in a very poignant way, and if she does, that’s all right. After all, as I approach 40 this June, I am learning I will have to face my own mortality and that of my parents and other relatives.
So what are you reading now and what are you planning on reading in the near future? What’s quenching your thirst these days?
