As we tread our way to the end of November, with the finish line for Twenty Eighteen nearly in sight, I feel the urge to begin a series of retrospectives—as is traditional for this time of year. This brief post (as brief as anything I ever promise to write) is intended as a snapshot of where I am just now.
First things first, however. The Classics Club blog has just revealed the Classics Spin number for the title members have to read over the next two months, and that number is…
… one — and my title is … Charlotte Brontë’s Shirley. I have until the end of January to read and review it and I’m both dreading it and excited to finally get round to it! Am I right to dread it? Or is it all that one should hope for from a Brontë sibling’s imagination?
As usual I am amid several titles rather than being a serial reader. I’m currently enjoying E Nesbit’s New Treasure Seekers, which I put down while I raced through Eric Amber’s The Mask of Dimitrios. Before that I finished Malaysian Tales (edited by blogger and author Daphne Lee) with a review in hand. I’ve put down Jasper Fforde’s recent novel Early Riser for now, with the intention of picking it up when the first snows of winter take hold (just to get back into the mood, you understand).
Also waiting is Katy Mahood’s Entanglement and Kate Atkinson’s Transcription—you’ve got to love these one-word titles for getting to the point!—though I’m aware I haven’t yet decided whether to read The Vampyre or Vathek as a Christmas ghost story. I’ll keep you posted. (You may of course already be yawning, as this post has been anything but brief.)
How about you? Are you gearing up for retrospectives too? Or is the thought of all this bookish navel-gazing dampening your spirits?