I just didn't
understand why 'To The Lighthouse' is considered such as classic. Nothing about
it stood out to me, other than the tale of an over-privileged family who can't
even be bothered to learn their servants name. It's a tragic sign of my own
lack of empathy, insight and critical ability, but I'm going to have to do some
research to understand more. To be fair, I felt very similarly the first time I
read The Awakening, and it was only after consideration, re-reading and
discussion with brighter minds that I understood it. More effort needed,
Sawyer.
Norse Mythology was
as entertaining as expected, Neil Gaiman had a lot of fun with the meatheaded
Thor and the mischievous Loki. The Road to Oxiana, another classic, was another
of those wonderful early 20th century travel books (Bell, West, Leigh Fermor)
where a ridiculously clever upper-class Brit travels the world armed only with
massive self-confidence and an incredible network of contacts in the local
ruling classes. It's a bewitching world, was it really like that once?
Loved Nomad and
Phantom, some nice easy reading, and in between As You Wish was a sweet memoir
of the filming of The Princess Bride. That's 3 soft reads in a row though, need
to up my game with the next pick. . . .
