Well, I’m certainly not reading what I want to be reading! This past week, I conceived of a desire to re-read David Brin’s The Postman, a post-apocalyptic novel I’ve been fond of since I was eleven, and which is notable for an extremely bad movie adaptation. I tore through my paperback shelves looking for it, but it wasn’t in the Speculative Fiction section, nor was it in Classics. I checked and double-checked, to no avail. I even looked through my Historical Fiction, Romance, (small) Mystery, Pop Lit, and YA shelves, but it was nowhere to be found. I am devastated. I suppose I’ll have to find a copy somewhere …
Amid all the raving about missing books, I managed to read Cornell Woolrich’s Black Alibi, a new and very welcome addition to my Woolrich shelf. That’s the only review I posted this week, but never fear! There are some in the works!
I finally retrieved A Factory of Cunning from Maiya’s house, and have been making good time through it whenever I have a few minutes to myself. Also, this past week marks the start of the Summer Reading Project at The Valve, and I am right on time making my way through Charlotte Brontë’s Villette. My only worry is that I won’t be able to restrain myself to their timeline, as once I’ve got a chapter in, the pace just merrily carries me along.
I expect I shall have a review for A Factory of Cunning up over the next week, and probably something of the children’s literature persuasion as well, since I feel the urge rising within me. It may also be time for a re-read of Pamela Dean’s Tam Lin, thanks to some conversation with Jenny of Jenny’s Books. Then I might pick A Conspiracy of Paper back up, depending on how A Factory of Cunning finishes.