Books 2022
Dec. 28th, 2022 04:07 amI just finished reading The Dictionary of Lost Words today, which I started, I swear it was like six months ago, and I kept putting it down and then picking it up again later. So I'm pleased to have finally finished, even if it gave me a huge headache because I cried a lot. (Spoilers! I probably cried when Esme gave the baby up, but I'm not sure because that's where I stopped the last time. But I cried basically all the way through the war years and right up to the end, I think.)
(That reminds me that my sister has yet to get accustomed to the way I cry during movies. I think I'm going to have to say, "Look, it's just what I do, so ignore it, please," because her making a big deal about it is even more annoying to me than the crying itself, which I'm accustomed to because I just have no control over it.)
I also read another Miss Marple book, which was A Murder is Announced. I don't have the one that's next in publication order, but I have some other ones I haven't read so I may quit worrying about reading them in order. They've all basically been standalones anyway - you don't really have to worry much about continuity between books, it seems. That may be partly because she wrote them so far apart - the first novel came out about 1930 and the one I just read, which is the fourth novel, came out in 1950. (I could tell it was postwar because they were talking about ration cards etc. - I'm old enough to remember how my older relatives used to talk endlessly about that stuff! But the two books before that basically just ignored the war even though I think they were actually written during the war years.)
I looked at the list of new (that is, new-to-me) books I've read this year and I'm at 59. Last year I think I read a few more than that but I was reading a lot of series mysteries and those tend to be short. Honestly I feel like I've been reading less, but I suspect I'm not, especially. And the list of re-reads is even longer.
(That reminds me that my sister has yet to get accustomed to the way I cry during movies. I think I'm going to have to say, "Look, it's just what I do, so ignore it, please," because her making a big deal about it is even more annoying to me than the crying itself, which I'm accustomed to because I just have no control over it.)
I also read another Miss Marple book, which was A Murder is Announced. I don't have the one that's next in publication order, but I have some other ones I haven't read so I may quit worrying about reading them in order. They've all basically been standalones anyway - you don't really have to worry much about continuity between books, it seems. That may be partly because she wrote them so far apart - the first novel came out about 1930 and the one I just read, which is the fourth novel, came out in 1950. (I could tell it was postwar because they were talking about ration cards etc. - I'm old enough to remember how my older relatives used to talk endlessly about that stuff! But the two books before that basically just ignored the war even though I think they were actually written during the war years.)
I looked at the list of new (that is, new-to-me) books I've read this year and I'm at 59. Last year I think I read a few more than that but I was reading a lot of series mysteries and those tend to be short. Honestly I feel like I've been reading less, but I suspect I'm not, especially. And the list of re-reads is even longer.