Sunday, August 5, 2007
I'm Suffering From Low Motivation
I don't know if it's the heat, or what, but I haven't been able to motivate myself to write reviews of the last few things I've finished reading. I'm sure I'll get to them, but I might have to lock myself in a room with a laptop to do it. It may also be that the kids are done with day camp, and have no organized activities to keep them busy, so I've had to be camp director around here lately.
I finished On Chesil Beach: A Novel, by Ian McEwan, and mostly enjoyed it. I read Lorrie Moore's first novel, Anagrams, and cried a little. I read a book called Findings, by Kathleen Jamie, a Scottish lecturer in creative writing who lives near where my dad grew up. And I blew through Water for Elephants: A Novel, by Sara Gruen. And The Dud Avocado (New York Review Books Classics), by Elaine Dundy, yet another selection from the NYRB Classics series, made me laugh. But I haven't written about any of them yet.
My son and I are about to read The Kite Rider (no, not "runner"), by Geraldine Mccaughrean, for part of his summer reading project. He has to read a piece of literature set in Asia, and this was one of the suggestions. It is a young adult novel set in 13th century China, and centered around a poor young boy who becomes a circus kite rider, which sounded interesting, so I'm going to read it too. Has anyone heard of this one?
Okay, another reason I haven't written a word lately is that my parents are visiting. My dad picked up my copy of The Glass Castle: A Memoir, by Jeannette Walls, and was completely engrossed within minutes. Later, he was sitting reading it in public, and no less than three women stopped to tell him that they had loved the book. Which proves my theory that a man with a book is mighty attractive.