I have been completely negligent since January. My excuse is that I have an ancient laptop and despite a very, potentially fast Internet connection, getting online is similar to the olden days of dial-up, watching the little AOL man dashing in stages while you waited for that last bing-bing sound and lo! You were ONLINE! Only it's slower. Much slower. So I avoid turning the computer on, and I loathe to write here on my iPhone.
But it's my only option until I bite the bullet and get a new computer.
For the record, I don't know how to put titles in italics with this phone, so be forewarned: book titles will not be italicized.
I recently read Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. I came across it by chance and loved it and went on to discover it has legions of fans. People are completely devoted to the main characters. Just google "James Fraser" or "Jaime and Claire". Lots of people speculating when a movie will come out and who will play the part of their favorite kilt-wearing, highland warrior James Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser and his beautiful, fiery, intelligent love, Claire.
I loved this time travelling story. And I couldn't wait to get my hands on the sequel, Dragonfly in Amber, but my local bookshop didn't have a copy so I ordered from the library and it came in a few days. I'm slowly making my way through it. It's very good but has not completely captured me and that could have something to do with 1 or 3 things. The first being that I have an idea of what's to come at tè end of the story and I'm loathe to see it happen, and also because I purchased The Wolf Gift, the new Ann Rice novel, and I couldn't have it in the house with me and not read it. I really truly enjoyed it but unfortunately it did not have the same mysterious effect on me as that of Interview with a Vampire and The Witching Hour. I read these books so very long ago that, possibly, this one is just as good, but that I have changed. Don't get me wrong, it's a great story and I recommend it highly. I loved so many things about it. But one particular important character was lacking for me and that's the wolf's love interest. I hesitate to write anything more because I really don't want my disappointment with this aspect of the novel to sway anyone else's take on it.
Despite that disappointment, I eagerly await a sequel. There's got to be one! It's Anne Rice after all.
In the midst of my reading Dragonfly in Amber, I overheard an interview on NPR with the Scottish author, Margot Livesey, who has written a new novel, The Flight of Gemma Hardy, that is a re-telling of sorts of Jane Eyre. The premise of the story, it's nod to Jane Eyre, and the connection to the author's own past, made this a 'must read immediately' for me. So, I ordered a copy at my local book shop. In the meantime, I read Eva Moves the Furniture, a book by the very same author, which I read in one day, and cried my eyes out at the end. A beautiful story it surely is but beware Faint of Heart! (or especially new mothers of very young children-or scratch that--mothers in general).
So, here I am having just finished The Wolf Gift, knowing I should get back to Jaime and Claire in Dragonfly in Amber, but with the story of Gemma Hardy calling to me from it's new spot on the shelf.