I am woefully behind in this post! All caught up in the NaBloPloMo that my regular stuff was pushed aside…
In October, I inadvertently chose books for children/adolescents/young adults. That’s all good as I don’t snub any style! I was (am) a fan of the Harry Potter series and was not afraid to show it!
Dandelion, The Extraordinary Life of a Misfit, by Sheelagh Mawe was a wonderful little book, directed at 10-13-year-olds on how to learn to love who you are. It is told in the voice of a horse! Quick read for an adult and had some words of wisdom that we are never too old to hear.
The Catcher in the Rye, by J.D. Salinger was an enjoyable read too. This one, written in the voice of 14-year-old Holden Caulfield – a cynical, everyone sucks type of boy. I wanted to read it because, well, everyone has read it! I wanted to know what all the hoopla was about. Well, if I had read it when I was 16, I would surely have had a different take on it than I do now at 50. I cannot say I didn’t enjoy it, because I did. I wonder how many times the word “damn” is used? I could very easily imagine that a lot of what went on in Holden’s mind also goes through my boys’….
I actually finished my two books before the month of October ended. Yes! I actually did! So I finally re-started the wonderful Timesmudger, by Gillian Smellie, a new FB friend and fellow-blogger who just so happens to have written this book that I very much enjoyed.
Let us just say that things never go smoothly when you time travel – there are always risks. I didn’t see this one coming until the very end – and that’s a good thing! Definitely worth a download even if it is in the teen/young adult category.
So now November is upon us and another book had to be chosen. I was going nuts because I was positive I had a Maeve Binchy novel hanging around that I had yet to read. Could not find it all! Then went to my sister’s for Hallowe’en and lo and behold, there it was! She had been looking for something to read at one time and I was in the midst of reading something else so I leant it to her. Then forgot. So…. yeah! There is not a Maeve book that I’ve read that I haven’t completely fallen in love with. She was (sadly, she is no longer with us) such a wonderful story teller. Every single one of her novels take place at least partially in her beloved Ireland. This one is no exception.
I am only a few pages in but just know that I will adore it.