My Life as a Book: a Meme

I am way behind with writing about the books I’ve read recently but when I saw this on Margot’s blog who found it on Pop Culture Nerd’s blog I decided to postpone writing about any of them today and do this instead. It’s My Life as a Book – a meme in which players complete sentences about themselves with titles of books. Here are my answers:

  • One time at band/summer camp, I: (was) Betrayed in Cornwall (Janie Bolitho) – at Girl Guide camp for me!
  • Weekends at my house are: (spent) Drawing Conclusions (Donna Leon)
  • My neighbour is: The Private Patient (Ruth Rendell)
  • My boss is: The Doctor of Thessaly (Anne Zouroudi)
  • My ex was: Once a Biker (Peter Turnbull)
  • My superhero secret identity is: The Blood Detective (Dan Waddell)
  • You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry because: (I’m) An Expert in Murder (Nicola Upson)
  • I’d win a gold medal in: The Art of Drowning (Frances Fyfield)
  • I’d pay good money for:  The Janus Stone (Elly Griffiths)
  • If I were president, I would : (take) A Ticket to Ride (Janet Neel)
  • When I don’t have good books, I(‘m):  No Longer at Ease (Chinua Achebe)
  • Loud talkers at the movies should be: (sent to) The House of Silence (Linda Gillard)

A Book Meme

Musing Mondays from Should Be Reading is here on Tuesday this week!

This week’s musing is’¦ a book meme!
What was the last book you’¦

‘¢ borrowed from the library? 
‘¢ bought? 
‘¢ cried over?
  • I don’t often cry over books, I can’t remember the last one.
‘¢ disliked and couldn’t finish?
  • Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell – I think I’ve given up on this one after trying to read it three times. What am I missing?
‘¢ read & loved?
‘¢ got for review? (or: got in the mail?)
‘¢ gave to someone else?
  • I gave a pile of books to the book stall at my local hospital – can’t remember the titles.
‘¢ stayed up too late reading?
  • Blonde by Joyce Carol Oates – I fell asleep reading this book for many nights.

Abandoned Books Meme

This meme was started by Mrs. B at The Literary Stew. She was reading Nancy Pearl’s Book Lust when this passage set her off thinking about abandoning books:

“..your mood has a lot to do with whether or not you will like a book. I always leave open the option of going back to a book that I haven’t liked (especially if someone I respect has recommended it to me) sometime later. I’ve begun many books, put them down unfinished, then returned a month or two, or years, later and ended up loving them. This happened with Mathew Kneale’s English Passengers, John Crowley’s Little Big, and Andrea Barrett’s The Voyage of the Narwhal.”

Here are my answers to her questions.

1. What would cause you to stop reading a book ?

I never used to give up on reading books, but now I have few qualms about it. I start a book and if it doesn’t appeal within 50 or so pages I put it down. I give up if it becomes a chore to read it, or if the writing is bad, if it irritates me or makes me squirm. Sometimes it may just be that I’m not in the right mood at the time for that book, or it may be that another book is grabbing my attention.

 

2. Name a book or books you’ve abandoned in the past that you ended up loving later on.

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel immediately springs to mind. When I first started I groaned because it’s written in the first person, which often grates with me. It’s also very big and heavy. When I went back to it I soon forgot about the irritating first person and became entranced. I loved it.

 

3. Name a book you’ve abandoned in the past that you hope to finish someday.

There are several I could name. The first one I thought of is Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell, followed closely by Italo Calvino’s If on a Winter’s Night a Traveller, which has an excellent beginning  but as I read on all the stops and starts became disjointed. I’d borrowed the book from the library and had renewed it a few times so eventually I gave up and returned it.

I’ve started Cloud Atlas at least three times and found it interesting at first and then confused by the changes in the narrative. These are both books with novels-within-novels. I have nothing against such books – I loved the Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood, another book that uses this technique – but both Cloud Atlas and If on a Winter’s Night are maybe taking it a step too far for me. I’d like to think I will read them both but I doubt it.

Another book I’m much more likely to start again is The Voyage Out by Virginia Woolf. This is her first book published in 1915. It’s about a young woman aboard the Euphrosyne, bound for South America, travelling with her aunt and uncle, a coming-of -age novel. One of my favourite books is Mrs Dalloway and Clarissa Dalloway makes her first appearance in The Voyage Out.  I can’t remember now why I stopped reading this book. It may just have been simply that other books took precedence at the time, but it’s one I definitely want to read.

 

My Life in Books

Last year I participated in a meme to describe my life in terms of the books I read during the year. Now Pop Culture Nerd has created a 2010 version of the meme with new sentences and I seen it on several blogs – DJ’s Krimiblog, Bernadette at Reactions to Reading and Margot at Confessions of a Mystery Novelist. So I thought I’d have a go too.  Here are my answers using only the titles of the books I’ve read so far this year.

In high school I was: Invisible (Paul Auster)

People might be surprised I’m: Black and Blue (Ian Rankin)

I will never be:  The Warrior’s Princess (Barbara Erskine)

My fantasy job is: The Gourmet (Muriel Barbery)

At the end of a long day I need: The Very Thought of You  (Rosie Alison)

I hate it when: Losing You (Nicci French)

Wish I had: King Arthur’s Bones (The Medieval Murderers)

My family reunions are: A Question of Blood (Ian Rankin)

At a party you’d find me with:Fallen Gods (Quintin Jardine)

I’ve never been to: Wolf Hall (Hilary Mantel)

A happy day includes: The Right Attitutude to Rain (Alexander Mccall Smith)

Motto I live by: Faithful Unto Death (Caroline Graham)

On my bucket list: 100 Days on Holy Island (Peter Mortimer)

In my next life, I want to be: The Man who Planted Trees (Jean Giono)

Book Beginnings on Friday

Book Beginnings on Friday is a meme hosted by Becky at Page Turners. Anyone can participate; just share the opening sentence of your current read, making sure that you include the title and author so others know what you’re reading. If you like, share with everyone why you do, or do not, like the sentence.

I’m just about to start reading 4.50 From Paddington by Agatha Christie. The first sentence is:

Mrs McGillicuddy panted along the platform in the wake of the porter carrying her suitcase.

I like this sentence because it paints a picture and I know immediately that Mrs McGillicuddy is not a young or a fit woman, as she’s out of breath, or she’s running late for the train. The next few sentences pad out the picture of a woman who is short and stout, carrying a large quantity of parcels as a result of Christmas shopping. So I also know that it is most likely to be December and as she has been shopping she is most likely to be going home and she’s probably tired out.

As this is an Agatha Christie book I know there’ll be a murder and I also know from the blurb that she is about to witness the murder on a passing train through the train window. Now I just need to get reading.

Wondrous Words on Wednesday

There are two memes I sometimes take part in on Wednesdays, diametrically opposite to each other, which amuses me. One is this one, Wondrous Words Wednesday run by Kathy of Bermuda Onion’s Weblog and the other is Wordless Wednesday which I did earlier today – featuring a sparrow feeding its baby in our garden and a baby rabbit eating cherry blossom, also in our garden.

I have just two words this week that I didn’t immediately know their meanings. One is from The Holly-Tree Inn, written in 1855 by Charles Dickens:

The narrator is travelling by stagecoach in the dead of winter. This is what he finds when he arrives at the Peacock Inn in London where he was joining the coach:

When I got up to the Peacock – where I found everybody drinking hot purl, in self-preservation – I asked, if there were an inside seat to spare.

Purl here is not a knitting stitch but  is warm beer infused with gin and spices or herbs, usually ginger and sugar, also called ‘dog’s nose’.

My second word is from The Mystery of the Blue Train by Agatha Christie. In this scene Mr Van Aldin is describing to his daughter a little adventure he had in Paris:

Nothing to tell, Ruthie. Some apache fellows got a bit fresh and I shot at them and they got off. That’s all. (page 24)

Apache in this instance is not a native American Indian, although the image of a Red Indian waving a tomahawk in Paris did come immediately into my mind,  but it is a lawless ruffian or hooligan in Paris or elsewhere.