Life is getting busy… the birthday/holiday months are here, and I love this time of year! Not much time for blogging, so here is a quick catch up of the reading last month.
Room, Emma Donoghue
Whoa. I read this book in about 3 hours… I. Could. Not. Put. It. Down. It was truly fascinating. It is written from Jack’s 5 year old perspective. Jack has lived his entire life in one room with his mother who is being held captive in a sound proof, locked prison. The story was so fascinating because of the creativity that Donoghue portrayed in her characters. I need to do a little more research and see how Donoghue came to such knowledge about being in captivity, especially her references to the emotional and psychological effects that would be present in such a situation. This book is so unique, I don’t think I have read anything like it before or since.
Pillars of the Earth, Ken Follett
So, Pillars of the Earth weighs 2 pounds and 2 ounces. It is a giant book. A giant soap-opera tale of monks, kings, witches and cathedral building. There is murder, love, lust, war, secrets, adultery, abandonment… the list of drama is endless. It took no time at all for the story line to catch me as a reader and suck me in like a bad reality TV show. I have really started to enjoy historical fiction, and this piece is no exception. Follett is a fantastic writer, who adds just enough detail and suspense to keep you turning 973 pages like you are reading a magazine. Rumor has it, there is a sequel coming (possibly already here?) and I can’t wait to get my hands on it!
Breaking Night, Liz Murray
Is it bad that it took me longer to read this book (at 352 pages) than it did to read Pillars of the Earth (at 973 pages)? I don’t really know what it was about this book, but it really could not hold my interest. I had originally read that it was compared to The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, which got me quite excited because I really enjoyed The Glass Castle. I would the comparison is not all that accurate, and comparing the two books is quite the compliment for Breaking Night. It is Murray’s story “from homeless to Harvard.” Her tale is heartbreaking at times, facing her parents drug addictions, their HIV statuses, her struggle with staying in school, becoming homeless and eventually finding herself and the determination to make something of her life. To me, Murray lacked something personal. She seemed so out of touch, and lacking emotion. It wasn’t until Murray found her way to an alternative high school program, and began writing about how that experience changed her, that I found some relevance and reason to keep reading. By that time, the story was close to complete, and I was fine with that.