So I started reading Possession by A.S. Byatt a few weeks ago before spring break, and I'm like 200 pages in and I just don't like it. I hate that. It just has not gripped in the way a good book is supposed to. And that makes me sad because I wanted to love this boo SO much...I am usually always game for a period love story, especially one that involves investigation and intrigue. But this just didn't have it for me.
I don't want to be too critical of Byatt, because she IS a very well respected author, and I've never read her before, but I felt she spent WAY too much time describing details that I felt weren't necessary, like every room in Maude's flat. In general, I also felt that her descriptions were dry, and lacking a certain pizazz that I desperately wanted. It also didn't help that she had an extremely long chapter consisting of nothing but letters from the 19th century between the fictional historical figures the two main characters, current day scholars Maude (oh, and I HATE this name!) and Roland, are concerned with. The letters are supposed to illustrate a love affair, but they start off so BORING, and even in the end, the passion and love are still so restrained and repressed. Maybe I'm just too American for this book. I wanted more passion, intrigue, and excitement.
So now I'm switching gears, going to read some nonfiction. I just started How Soccer Explains the World by Franklin Foer...I'm only about 40 pages in, but I'm loving it! More later as I continue to read.
Not much else planned for this weekend; I'm home in Marin with my papa, going to the Asian Art Museum tomorrow, gonna do some homework, laundry and catch up on some Lost, Bones, Chuck, and Modern Family as well. Hope all y'all enjoy your Easters!
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