What I read today: Tuesday
I’m not going to have time to write anything thinky in the next couple of weeks, but I thought I might try jotting down a few quick reading notes each day, just to keep the blog warm.
Last week I decided to try something new: instead of reaching for my phone and checking my mail when I wake up, I’m reaching for my phone and reading a book. My boys wake up très early and get to watch TV for 30 or 40 minutes before Scott and I drag ourselves out of bed. Usually I use that time to doze, and then check in on everything that’s piled up in my inbox during the East Coast’s head start on the day. But I’m always grumping about not having enough time to read—I fall asleep three pages in, every night—so I thought I’d give a morning reading session a go. It’s been quite nice. I have eleventy-thousand books queued up, so naturally I decided to reread Middlemarch. (I’ve given up trying to figure out my capricious reading whims anymore. If a book insists it wants to be read, I read it.)
This is my third trip to Middlemarch. Read it first the year between college and grad school, when I was working as a publicist for my undergrad alma mater’s drama department and trying to fill in gaps my English degree hadn’t. Loved the novel, had trouble settling on anything else for a long while after. Reread it a few years ago—I could check my archives here to find out when—and loved it even harder. And now here I go again. Why is it I’m hollering at Dorothea every time and yet she still goes and marries him?
So anyway, this morning it was a chapter and a half of Middlemarch (enter Fred Vincy, munching on a grilled bone).
Later: the first section of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight with Rose and Bean.
Poem: “The Summer I Was Sixteen” by Geraldine Connolly.
After lunch: a couple of chapters of Helene Hanff’s Underfoot in Show Business, which is making me deliriously happy.
Assorted articles online.
No picture books! Made a Staples run in the early afternoon that ate up our Rillabook window.
Susan T. says:
I just finished Rebecca Mead’s “My Life in Middlemarch,” and definitely recommend it! It’s mostly about the novel & Eliot, as opposed to Mead, & it’s lovely.
On February 19, 2014 at 7:38 am
Shaun says:
Love Middlemarch! I got through the first time while nursing my younger — my nursing days were epic reading times. The connection of the book with the baby probably casts a rosy glow. I highly recommend Adam Bede as a follow up.
On February 19, 2014 at 7:41 am
Melissa Wiley says:
Susan, yes, it was Mead’s book that put MM on my radar this month! I’m eager to read her book but I wanted to revisit MM myself first.
On February 19, 2014 at 5:33 pm
Leah H says:
I am reading so much more since I put restrictions on my iPhone blocking Facebook and asked my husband to create a passcode. Facebook used to be the first thing I would do in the morning. Now I listen to Alexander Scourby read the Bible for a bit before allowing myself to get on my laptop. I check FB way less often now that I have to drag out the laptop in order to do it. I also have Leechblock on my laptop in case I get carried away lol.
On February 19, 2014 at 6:40 pm
kimberlee says:
Oh, I love that breakfast scene with the Vincy’s, the sibling banter is just so funny. Poetry and slang on slips of paper, ha! (do you holler more at Lydgate?)
On February 22, 2014 at 8:24 pm