So, my good pal, Rachel McNunchucks recommended this book on her blog. And, not being one to look a gift recommendation in mouth, I promptly ordered it on Amazon. I got it used, as I'm apt to do, and when I received it I was startled to see this:
I was shocked. What kind of smut is Rachel reading these days? This looks...tawdry. The gold, loopy script, the red satin background. It's just so...lurid. So, I got this months ago, but I put it up, on the highest shelf in my bookcase, because, come on, it just doesn't seem up my alley.
Lately I've been going to through the bookcase, reading the books I own, but haven't yet read, and Rebecca was thrown in my bag for subway reading.
Confession: I love it. I LOVE IT. It somehow straddles the line between having that certain Jane Austin, British novel sort of charm; and having a refreshingly contemporary voice, with a realism that older novels lack. So it has the cache of a period novel with a fresh, accessible voice. Priceless.
I am still slightly embarrassed to read it on the subway. I tend to keep it in my lap, or with the pages folded over so the cover is less visible.
Speaking of book covers, check out this sweet action copy of Slaughterhouse 5 James picked up from the lost and found at Whole Foods. This copy is from 1969, and it has the owner's name (or an owner) written on the front cover, (I really like that)
I somehow missed the Slaughterhouse 5 boat earlier in life, and just read it. I loooooooved it. Before this I had just read A Farewell to Arms, and was not in the mood for another war book, but James was insistent, and I did not live to regret it. It's darkly funny and wonderful. Read this, too.