Working on New York. Will not be done with it for a while, I don’t think, unless I can get a lot of time up north to just sit and read. It’s big, but it’s sweeping. It actually reminds me of A Different Flesh a bit, in that the people are a backdrop for the actual main character. In A Different Flesh, it was the relationship between humans and sims. In New York, it’s the development of the city. Interesting that I would read two books like that so close together, because I don’t think it’s too terribly common for authors to do that; most books are about the characters in them.
Been plugging away on New York. I like it well enough, especially since it’s settled in a time period for a little bit. We’re walking through the Revolutionary War right now. One other nice thing is that we’re following, basically, just the one family, since they’ve married each other and they have the African-American family in-house right now. It was more uncomfortable when he flipped back and forth quickly — I didn’t get confused, but I also didn’t feel like I was enjoying the book as much as I am now.
We’re getting out of the Revolutionary period. Yay! Getting tired of the fighting. I imagine we’ll go through the same thing with other wars, but please give me a little time of peace.
I feel like I am treading water with New York. It’s just so massive. I’m currently in the Civil War, and I’m not quite halfway through the book. It’s not that I don’t like it; I do. It’s more that it’s long, long, long. Another week and a half and I’ll finish it, I think, I hope. Please.
Got almost nothing done in New York yesterday. Was sick. Am still sick, but going to try to get to it today. I have to go to work today, rather than spending my time on my butt, so maybe that will motivate me.
I feel like sobbing. I’ve got a phone interview in an hour, and I spent eighty minutes reading today after work (Friday half-days are awesome). I am now safely into the 500-page area (538, to be exact), and I’ve still got 330 pages to go, give or take a page. What is a girl to do when she likes a book, but feels she makes little headway?
Didn’t sleep well last night, so am pretty tired. Have only about 260 pages to go now, so 597 pages in. Working on it, working on it.
So, if you don’t notice dates when I post my reviews, I punched New York in the face. I read over 300 pages on Saturday, got it done, and wrote its review.
I also started Scribble Scribble by Nora Ephron. My mom saw it at the Y on their take-it shelf, and gave it to me to read. I quickly decided, after the third 1970s Esquire article, that I didn’t care to read it. I found her topics uninteresting to the extreme. She also seems mean-spirited, and since I have no idea who anyone was she wrote about, I gave it back to my mom yesterday unread.
I read all of The Foundling and Other Tales of Prydain, though. Took me 48 minutes, which I know exactly because I was biking and had nothing to read for my last 12 minutes. Had to watch one of the TVs on the wall of the gym.
So that left me without a book to read and a library that opens after the deadline for me to make the gym in the morning. So Andy, in his kindness, has lent me his copy of Looking Backward. Very interesting left-wing Utopian novel. I’m about a quarter of the way through — 169 pages altogether, but it’s a Dover Thrift Edition, so the text is small and tightly-packed. Why not? Gotta cut costs somewhere when you’re only charging $1 for an entire book.
And that’s how it stands.
I am so wiggly I can hardly stand it. I want Andy’s birthday to come (it’s Friday) and I want to go on vacation (we leave on Saturday). I’m not even thinking about reading. Sadness.
I’m about halfway through with Looking Backward. I’m hoping to have it done before we go to Aspen. I don’t want to have to take anything with me besides my Kindle. Also, hoping that my Kindle case arrived today. That would be a happy thing.
Been reading a lot. Can’t believe that I’ve gotten through five books in the last four days. Wow!
I’m still marveling about how much I got through this past week or so. I buckled down … during vacation. That’s crazy.
Reading a public-domain book, Wilkie Collins’ The Woman in White. Have it on the Kindle, so I’m not sure how to count pages. Probably will look at a paper copy and guesstimate from there. Or divide marks by 12, which is about average by page. But that’s about 1,000, and that can’t be right, can it?
Just looked. One copy is 426 pages. One’s 656 pages. One’s 569 pages. So, I’m going to be a page hog and say that each Kindle page is 12,000-some marks divided by 15, which is the maximum I’ve seen on a page so far. That makes it … around 800? I’m going with it. Bite me if you don’t like it. It’s my count. Pbbfft!
Subscribed to The New York Times Book Review today through my Kindle. Awesome. Already have found one book I want to read while leafing through it. Not that I need any more books to add to my list.
Maybe the subscription was a bad idea.
It’s 4:30 am. I’ve not slept. I got a little bit done in The Woman in White. It’s very good. I’ll take the Kindle to the gym with me in a little bit and get some more done. I don’t expect to get it done until … maybe the end of next week? It’s a long book, and also full of little tidbits that I find true, so I bookmark them, and then find myself combing for quotes, and then have to force myself to go back. Makes for an interesting reading experience.