Thursday through yesterday was spent Road tripping with S. as we went to his grandfather’s 90th birthday party. I ended up meeting all of his family at once (at least on his dad’s side), which quickly got a little overwhelming.
But there were also wonderful conversations about books and writing, and how it seems now we, as readers, are more interested in the “instant-gratification” of books and story, and hate to sit through those that have too much detail and setting creation.
It got me thinking about what books are still out there today, being written today, that are written like that: poetry in the prose. As much as I want to be able to, I can’t think of any off the top of my head (though that could be lack of sleep), and that is something that saddens me. A lot of books in times past truly were able to take you away, and we as readers could almost hear and smell the world around us after getting sucked into that world for hours at a time.
Are there any books out there that still do that to you?
In other news, Borders is closing. As sad as that is, it also means great deals on books. A quick trip with S over to the local one landed me three new books for under $3 each. Now on my reading list is Demon Bound by Caitlin Kittredge–I fell in love with the first one and lept at this one when I saw it–Mercedes Lackey’s old book The Fire Rose, which is a retelling of Beauty and the Beast in San Fransisco in the 1800s, and finally, upon much squeeage from Jim Butcher and his Gnome Priscilla, I also picked up Harry Connolly’s Child of Fire.
There’s also a surprise that I am currently working on for next week, but it involves me finishing another book first, and writing up a weeks worth of material. For next week, my friends, is Dexter Week here on Inkblabber!
Now to get ready for work and then recover from this road trip. See everyone later!