I am typing this on my shiny, new 17″ Toshiba laptop. Guys. The screen is SO BIG. It is just massive. I love it. I can just type and type and type for miles.
It continues to be very bright outside, though this week the weather had a nice lapse into winter. Weather, you are drunk. Go home. There was snow on the ground Wednesday morning. What is even happening? But it promises to be nice today, though I am cowering inside. I woke up yesterday with a sore throat and am doing my best to rest so I will be well enough to attend Easter dinner tomorrow. FAMILY THINGS. They are important. Though I may have to venture outside for sustenance. I am running out of food.
The upside to all this cowering has been that I’ve had plenty of time to read. This morning I finished Libba Bray’s epic and magnificent novel The Diviners, having done so after finishing Maureen Johnson’s The Madness Underneath. I took both books out of the library, MJ”s because I’ve been meaning to read it (sequel and all) and Bray’s because I just like her work. I did not know much about it. Imagine my surprise when I finish Johnson’ ghost story (with rather mixed feelings might I add… The book is a great ride, especially if you like her work and teenage ghost crime fighting, but the ending! MY HEART CANNOT STAND SUCH UPHEAVAL) and realized my next YA adventure was also a ghost story! Sort of. The novel does hinge on a baddie ghost, but it is more of a supernatural rollercoaster than just a simple ghost story.
The Diviners was definitely a lot darker than I thought it was going to be (especially going in not knowing anything about it). The John Hobbes story and the murders were grisly, demonic, and truly disturbing. I found it delightfully unsettling, especially when juxtaposed with our bright and bubbly main character Evie O’Neill and the glitzy world of the 1920s. Man, I love the 1920s and Libba Bray brings it to life in full color. I swear I will be saying “You betski” and “Pos-i-TUTE-ly” for weeks to come. I just want to bob my hair and shimmy.
SPRING! SPRING! Is it truly among us? I feel like I have been living in a strange, icy world for the past, oh, six months. But the outside is so gorgeous right now. I woke up this morning at 7:30 am ON A SATURDAY and I felt so weirdly invigorated. I think it was all the light, and the fact the apartment was like 68 degrees. Way to have the heat on when it’s warm out. Adulthood! Bills!
In literary news, I’ve been plugging away at my reading list (hah, bet you thought I was going to say writing… That’s a laugh!). I just recently finished Are You My Mother? by Alison Bechdel. It’s a graphic novel and more specifically a memoir, though it has a serious, essayist feel. It’s definitely an extremely self-indulgent book, but I still found it to be a page turner. It helped that the art was very good. If you have any interest in therapy or psychological theory, you will likely find the book compelling. There was a lot of talk in there about Freud and Jung and Winnicott. I am a big Winnicott fan (can you be a fan of a psychological theorist?), so I found the book particularly interesting. If you don’t really have any background in psychological theory/roots, the book would probably be a little confusing. It reads more like an academic paper with some personal anecdotes sprinkled in than anything else. There are also a lot of allusions to Virginia Woolf, which I very much enjoyed. Her diaries are crazyyyy. Seriously. Pick one up. It’s a trip.
I feel a little manic. It might be because I’ve only had a cup of tea today and nothing else. I really ought to eat breakfast. How is it only ten o’clock? How have I been awake for over two hours?!
In other news, libraries are great. I took out a Maureen Johnson and a Libba Bray novel from the Cambridge Public Library, also known as the most beautiful library in the Boston-Cambridge area. I finished the Maureen Johnson one (The Madness Underneath… my feels) and am now working on The Diviners. Of course I want to talk about MJ’s sequel but I kind of want to wait until I finish The Diviners. I didn’t realize the two books had so much in common. Hooray for paranormal mysteries?
Until next time.