Midnight’s Children, by Salman Rushdie
This is the book I’ve been slogging through for days and days and no matter how hard I try to get into it, I end up feeling like I’m going nowhere. Today I’m giving up. Maybe temporarily, maybe forever. This is perhaps not the best choice of a book to be reading right before Christmas when my mind is on a bazillion other things. Because Midnight’s Children deserves determination and a concentrating mind.
I am appreciating it, but I am not enjoying it. Maybe in January when all the hoopla is over and we’re snowed in up to our eyeballs I’ll be able to give it another go.
Or maybe I’ll just wimp out altogether and go see the movie.
And now I will admit to all the serious readers out there what I’m perusing instead, so everyone will know what kind of warped priorities I have.
The Dulcie O’Neil Set, Books 1, 2 and 3: To Kill a Warlock, A Tale of Two Goblins, and Great Hexpectations by H.P. Mallory. Altogether much easier on the brain cells. Warlocks, shape shifters, law enforcement fairies, demons, vampires – and who knows what else – solving (and committing) crimes and trying to stay out of the dreaded Netherworld.
I don’t pretend to fully understand what’s going on, but in this series I don’t think it really matters.
I just want to put my feet up, read a few pages in a leisurely manner like I’ve got all the time in the world and fall asleep without a headache. And know that Dulcie will be back tomorrow to fight some other dark magic criminal and win in the end.
Loving what I’m reading seems to depend less on how great the book is and more on my fickle reading moods. Right now I’m not in the mood for deep thoughts. Unless they involve sweet potatoes and poultry seasoning.
Happy 12/12/12 everybody!