Went to the bookstore to buy a gift for my sister’s birthday, and wound up buying two books for myself: a Wordsworth edition of the selected works of Virginia Woolf (which if you can’t make out from the picture above, includes Jacob’s Room, Mrs Dalloway, To the Lighthouse, Orlando, A Room of One’s Own, The Waves, Three Guineas and Between the Acts) and a brand new copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. It’s a celebratory edition that’s been out for a few years now, I think, but it has shiny gold stars on the cover and I couldn’t resist!
Hm, and I finished Madame Bovary tonight. It’s a funny thing, procrastination. My desk is always a lot tidier when things are due, because I spend hours ‘cleaning’ before getting around to writing the damn things. Similarly, approaching deadlines produce in me a most wondrous desire to read. And since I have an essay due tomorrow, the natural thing for me to do is read the night away. Of course, now that I’ve completed Madame Bovary, I’ll have to get back to my essay – it would be impossible for me to pick up another book at this stage, with my head all muddled up from Emma’s sudden arsenic-induced death etc etc. (that’s a plot spoiler, in case you missed it). A break from reading is appropriate considering that my next read will be Woolf’s To the Lighthouse, a book I wish to relish and linger on.
For those of you who enjoy polls, or like dictating other people’s reading lists:
I’m afraid I’ve become very disorganized since I went into hibernation two months ago (or was it only one?), and I can no longer be decisive about what I want to read. All my projects have gone astray, and I completely missed the deadline of Rebecca’s pre-Shakespearian classics challenge. I didn’t even get to read half the books on my list – I have yet to find the right edition of Ovid’s Metamorphoses, and obviously, I haven’t had the time to read Dante and More. Nevertheless, I’m quite optimistic about the remaining months of 2009. Although the quantity hasn’t been impressive (less than twenty, in fact), I’m all right with the quality of what I’ve been reading. In a lazy sort of way, I even challenged myself. Eleven of the eighteen books I’ve read have been by new authors (I particularly loved Chaucer, Steinbeck, Adiga, Anne Bronte, Atwood and Wilde), and I finally conquered Anna Karenina.
It’s been a while since I’ve dreamt up a new project, but here is yet another ridiculously expensive and long-term one: the Persephone project! Of course, I’d heard all about Persephone books (as you only can, living in this particular corner of blogland), but I’d never given them much thought until now. This isn’t so much a reading project as a collecting project. I WANT TO COLLECT ALL OF THOSE BEAUTIFUL THINGS! Dove-grey covers, fabric endpapers and all that. How yummy.
But enough about me. What have you lovely people been reading lately?
p.s. Orientalism and The End of History arrived the other day!