Are you game?
Old image alert – Kate @Books Are My Favourite & Best now hosts #6Degrees
but this is a good refresh of the rules.
I’ve been a somewhat sporadic player of #6degrees lately for which I apologise.
I keep waiting for life to settle down and not be so busy, but I’m waiting in vain.
So I’m just going to go on squeezing as much as I can into each day; the quiet life can wait!
Every now and again, though, something falls off the radar.
Memes and visiting & commenting on other blogs is usually the first thing to go, followed quickly by mopping the floor!
However, the floor is now mopped, so I guess it must be time to play.
Back when I read Atonement, I thought Ian McEwan could do no wrong.
But my opinion of him has become more complicated since then.
So it was with some reluctance that I picked up his 70th birthday short story, My Purple Scented Novel.
Fortunately, it turned out to be a right little treat, full of all the moral ambiguity and literary mocking that one has come to expect and enjoy from McEwan.
If I was clever (which I feel very far from this morning!) I would link to another book full of moral ambiguity or literary mocking, but I’m going with purple instead.
The Color Purple was one of those books that I came to thanks to the movie.
I was stunned by the emotional journey the movie took me on, and was curious to see if the book could do the same.
And of course it did, and then some.
I don’t cry out loud very often in books, but The Color Purple is one that had me sobbing tears of joy and relief at the end.
In fact, I can only think of two other books that have me cry out loud (tearing up is another category altogether).
One is the Aussie childhood classic, Seven Little Australians.
This is another book that I came to thanks to the ABC TV series from the 70’s.
And again it’s not the scenes of death and dying that make me cry, it’s the end scenes of the family coping with their grief and loss that undo me completely.
Seven is a lot of kids, which reminds me of my recent foray into David Sedaris’ world in Calypso.
He is one of six kids himself, so he had much to say about growing up in a large family.
I found the experience to be rather like reading a McEwan – hit and miss.
Except I will always give McEwan another chance because of Atonement; Sedaris, was more miss than hit, though, so he is off my schedule for good.
Also off my schedule is my next book club read.
Despite the lovely purple cover, Girls Burn Brighter by Shobha Rao is a tough read according to all the reviews (on Goodreads) that I’ve read.
Everyone mentioned how horrific and unrelenting the domestic violence was and how little hope there was for either of the friends by the end of the book.
I choose not to watch violent movies and I don’t read violent books.
The few that have snuck past my radar have haunted me ever since.
I do not want to become habitualised to them either.
One that did sneak under the radar was A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara.
I can’t believe it’s three years since I read this.
Jude’s story still lives large in my memory and some of the things that happened to him will be seared into my brain forever.
A rather difficult journey this month through some tough emotional terrain!
How did you fair?
The September starter book is Where Am I Now? by Mara Wilson.
In case you were wondering who? what? like I was, Mara was the gorgeous young child actor from the movie Mrs Doubtfire.