Actually a month. Today’s ramble is more a post for the sake of posting. I missed blogging. Reading, meanwhile, has reached an all-time low in my life. The sidebar is a lie! Those are books I’d like to be reading, not books I’m ‘currently’ reading. I did pick up Fraser’s The Weaker Vessel this morning, when I was supposed to be working on a paper, and I haven’t yet given up on Middlemarch, but the Gaskell and the Austen (a re-read, in any case) will probably have to wait until the winter holidays.
These days I find nonfiction much more comforting and pleasant to read than novels. I think it’s because of the difference in the way I approach nonfiction books. For one thing, you aren’t required to dig for deeper meaning. Most of the time, it’s acceptable to simply take the words in as they are (not when I’m doing my uni readings, of course; I’m talking about personal reading here) and it’s equally okay to skim the less exciting chapters. There’s something so orderly and chronological about histories. Recently, I’ve been digging my teeth into Felipe Fernandez-Armesto’s Civilizations, which is simply divine. World history from a nature/environmental perspective. And The Classical World, by Robin Lane Fox. Well, I’ve read the first few pages, anyhow.
If there’s one novel to tempt me back into reading fiction, it’s War and Peace. I’ve been meaning to read it forever and a half, but I just don’t have the time or energy to commit to such a huge book!