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Would you believe me if I told you that I only finished one book this month? It’s true. Finding time to read has been dicey lately, as Mil hasn’t been feeling the best. She’s going thru a phase where she isn’t happy unless you’re holding her, and honestly, all I want to do when she’s asleep is to sleep myself. My house is a mess, and laundry is piling up. So there certainly hasn’t been time for reading.
After Alice
Most famous for his book Wicked, After Alice is Gregory Maguire’s take on Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. I listened to the audiobook edition of After Alice, so first, I’d like to touch on the narration. I have often found female narrators to have grating voices when speaking as young children, so I was pleasantly surprised that Katherine Kellgren’s narration was beautifully done.
Concerning the content of the book – It was not what I was expecting. Based on what I know of Maguire’s writing, I was expecting “After Alice” to be a story about the things that happened in Wonderland after Alice left. That wasn’t the story that I got. (Perhaps I should learn to read the synopsis before I get an audiobook from my digital library.) It was however, a very interesting tale that enlightened the Victorian world that Alice grew up in. And I quite fell in love with Aida, the main character in the novel. Though I am unsatisfied with how the book left things with Siam, the young black boy. Perhaps a sequel?
Your Books
What about you? Have you ever had one of those times where you just didn’t feel like reading anything?
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I have never ever not felt like reading, unless I had a fever, and in that case I was simply aware I wasn’t taking it in. Finding a book that satisfies, particularly in summer, is another matter. Sometimes I wish I had a magic box, that you could stick your hand in and pull out exactly what you wanted (even if you didn’t know exactly what it was you wanted). Like you I’ve been listening to audio books lately. Funny how your perceptions of a book change. Mind, if you get a bad reader (and I’m looking right at you, Stephen Fry) it can ruin even a book you know and love.
I have a 13-yr-old student. Her father has asked me to teach her to read poetry/theatre aloud. In part, she’s shy. Also she has braces and doesn’t speak clearly because of having all that metal etc in her mouth. Of course he talked to me about it with her standing right there, being embarassed by it…sheesh, parents! Now I’m trying to find readings that are at her vocabulary-level, not easy in my collection. Somehow I don’t think she’s ready for Shakespeare or Donne…Uncle Vanya, maybe? LOL
Do you have any Shel Silverstein? It might be considered a bit young for her, and it’s certainly not “fine literature,” but I think it would get her into poetry. I have all of his poetry books and still love them as an adult. I also like Robert Frost and Maya Angelou for middle grades.
Shazam!! I knew you’d have a good idea!!
BTW, I sent you an email with a link to a lady who cracks me up on YT. She was showing how to do “crumb quilts.” I’m sure you already know all about this…
Years ago someone sent me two small boxes of fabric squares, about 1 inch square. I have trouble throwing fabric away, but this gave me the idea to hand-stitch them into tiny little 9-patch units and incorporate them into my crazy quilt. I had stalled on that, and it got me started again.
That’s a great use for them. You could even use them to space out your crazy patch blocks, with strips between each block and the 9-patches at the corners.
Oh, OK, I found one occasion when I don’t feel like reading. I went to bed last night, read a bit as usual, fell asleep about 11.30 PM. Woke up at 3.30. Did NOT want to read, wanted to sleep. Sleep thumbed its nose at me and refused to accept my pleas for an embrace of 4 more hours—it is, after all, Saturday morning. Nada. Rien. Bubkes. Zilch.
I did not want to read. Nothing “tastes good” at that hour.
I understand that. At that point, I think I would have gotten up and done laundry or something.