Books
Friday, Jun. 01, 2007 15:26

I read Landing by Emma Donoghue this week, and I am still grieving the fact that it is over. I read it way too fast. Whenever I read a book quickly I am left with this sense of 'that's it??' when I reach the end. As soon as I finished it, I wanted to begin again just to soak in more of the story. I didn't. But I find myself sitting here now thinking that it is a book that I *must* own. (Hood, as well--also by Ms. Donoghue). There is just a certain quiet but very real emotionality to Donoghue's books. There's a sense that things are not always perfect, and yet they seem so wonderful. The characters are absolutely irresistible and I fall in love with essentially all of them. The stories are haunting and non-formulaic and wonderful. I am head over heels.

Instead, I have moved on to hard, nauseating, raw James Frey. It is My Friend Leonard and Lilly has just died. Memoir or fiction, it is intense and heart-wrenching, and as far from the smooth perfect Landing as I can imagine. I hope to finish it soon--to just tear off the bandage, no anesthesia. And then?

Kissing the Witch. Yes, it's back to the lovely Ms. Donoghue.