I find myself unable to choose proper novels at the library. I am so used to picking what looks interesting while doing returns or emptying the rotation bins…and I’m not a librarian any more, so I don’t do those things, and I have forgotten how to browse the shelves effectively.
This is alright, because Central library has a seriously kick-ass Graphic Novel collection.
Blankets is my new favourite. It’s a beast, a phone book sized autobiography of growing up and first love. It’s told in lyrical simplicity and illustrated in simple, attractive line drawings. It’s about religion and being a brother, and slightly abusive parents, and not fitting in at school. It’s about meeting the girl, and loving the girl and going to stay with the girl and her family for two blissful weeks.
*le sigh*. I may have to buy it. Borders has it.
Novels of the purely text type-wise I am reading Wuthering Heights which I have never read before even though I’ve run the roleplaying game based on it several times.
I never studied it in school, and I’ve had a Wordsworth edition sitting on my shelf for some time, next to other ‘I’ve never read and really should’ books like Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice. Yes I know. I’ve seen the movies though.
So, Wuthering Heights is neat. I like reading a book that has a soundtrack in my head*. I have also come to the realisation that the games I have run of this book aren’t actually over the top enough! There needs to be much, much more melodrama and insane behaviour.
I’m loving the language and intrigued by the story, but I can’t get over how everyone in it is essentially nuts.
In other news we had our very first open home yesterday and two groups came through. Tomorrow morning a bunch of land agents are going to check the place out and hopefully start bringing people round. This means that Lee and I must keep the place exceedingly clean.
On the upside my patchwork stuff is very easy to pack up and put away so I have begun making the quilt for Luke and Sam’s baby (finally). I think I was spurred into action by meeting the adorable wee thing on Saturday.
It amazes me how very tiny new babies are. My newest niece is over 8 months old now and sitting by herself with no problems. Lee made her cry on Saturday by shuffling sideways. Babies are weird.
Cute. But weird.
*Sing like a mad ghost woman!
It’s me, your Cathy
I’ve come home
I’m so co-o-old,
let me in-a your window