It probably was an official book week somewhere in the world. Regardless of sanction, however, I decided that this past week would be my very own, unofficial, and therefore amazing,
Book Week 2009
Mostly, this consisted of me finishing one book per day because the pile on our coffee table was getting to who-ville-esque particolored heights and defied the laws of physics with its whompous leaning.
I will now give you the most respected books which had the honor of my reading of them, and I will then describe them each in seven words or less. (Hey, we all know brevity is part of the writing method of the 21st century: that, punctuation binges, and the one sentence “paragraph.”)
Like this one.
Day One: Life of Pi by Yann Martel
Animals and boy on boat. Or not.
Day Two: The Shop on Blossom Street by Debbie Macomber
Random women knit together. Double-meaning there.
Day Three: Eats, Shoots and Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss
Know what’s an interrobang? I do now.
Day Four: Cannery Row by John Steinbeck
American genius. Small plot; perfect characters, details.
Day Five: Evolution, Me and Other Freaks of Nature by Robin Brande
Teen walks line between religion and science. (YA novel)
Day Six: Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
Who knew she could be that funny?
Day Seven: Stubborn Twig: Three Generations in the Life of a Japanese American Family by Lauren Kessler
Japanese struggle in Oregon. よい仕事、人々!
And now I can finally finish these at the slower pace they deserve:
Uncle Fred in the Springtime by P.G. Wodehouse
Quirky British familial strife over pig continues…
Possession: A Romance by A.S. Byatt
Booker Prize. Masses rave. Reader’s Disappointment Risk = 0