This is the stage of winter when I deeply experience the doldrums, waiting for the daffodils to do a little more than just peek out their heads. Happily, there is no shortage of books to distract me from the gray skies.
In the last few weeks, I’ve read a book that’s been on my list for a long time, Geraldine Brooks’ People of the Book, and a new release, Eowyn Ivey’s debut The Snow Child. The latter admittedly was less helpful in ignoring winter, but it was a lovely story all the same. I’m working on reviews of both.
I also read How Elizabeth Barrett Browning Saved My Life, by Mameve Medwed, which I’d picked up in a library book sale. I can’t remember how that one first came to my attention, and I wish I could, because it wasn’t at all what I expected. Somehow I went into it thinking it was rather literary; my mistake. It did get me through an unpleasant session in the dentist’s chair, though!
Now I’m about a quarter of the way into Abraham Verghese’s Cutting for Stone, another title that’s been on my list way too long. None of the characters have captured me yet, but it seems to have epic ambitions so I am reserving judgment to see how much it fulfills that promise. And tomorrow I’m heading to the library to pick up my latest reserve notification, Ellis Avery’s second novel, The Last Nude.
What are you reading in this final stretch of winter?