Some books
Neptune State Park
Ach, it’s been too long since my last post. Since then we’ve been to the Oregon Coast for a week of excellent family reunioning, and since then we’ve been getting ready to have a house full of guests of our own… somehow I’ve had time to read a few books through it all.
The latest one, and the one that prompted me to get posting: yet another great story from fearless author Christopher Moore, entitled The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove. Two words: weed whacker.
Before that, had a chance to re-read E.B. White‘s Stuart Little, and it was quite enjoyable. I’d forgotten it was a funny book.
And more from Laura Ingalls Wilder — Farm Boy and On the Banks of Plum Creek — courtesy of the lovely Chanzara, of course. I have to say again that I love these books. I will be very sad when I’ve read them all.
While in Oregon, I finally read Stephen Fry‘s first book, The Liar. By a lucky coincidence, on the drive down to the coast we listened to the recent audio production of Douglas Adams‘s The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I’d been putting off listening to it, since I haven’t seen the movie yet and didn’t want to ruin it. But I couldn’t resist anymore. See, in this version — unabridged — all the voices are done by Stephen Fry, who is naturally one of my favorites. So by the time we’d arrived, I had many of the characters’ voices planted in my brain, and was able to hear The Liar in Mr. Fry’s voice instead of hearing it in my own boring northwest-no-accent voice. However! Even without the benefit of the accent, it’s a great read, and I’d recommend it to anyone who is a big fan of Stephen Fry’s acting.
And now I’ve started on Bel Canto by Ann Patchett. So far, the style reminds me of Saramago‘s book Blindness, which is strange since I read Blindness as a translated work. Perhaps I am actually reminded of the style of the translator, whoever that may be.