I love the stack of books ornament, there are two of them, and I love the website they are on, Brommers?
Wonderful stuff! Great link, Pedln! On the Christie, her book of Christmas mysteries has had a lot of titles, I think.
Maryz, good for you! It takes strength and dedication to continue with something like that, pats on the back for you!
I'm engrossed in the new Daedalus Books catalog, where have these people been all my life? There's a book about Emily Dickinson and her family's feuds, I had no idea, it looks fabulous, it was published at $32.95 and they have it for $6.98. There's Annie Bell and Kyle Cathie's Gorgeous Christmas Over 100 Delicious Fail Safe Recipes to Fill Your Holiday with Joy. I like that idea of fail safe and it's 5.98. AND they've got the Tres Riches Heures of Jean, Duke of Berry, a reproduction of the original, and long out of print for $29.98, that thing is famous and I never got one when it came out, I'll put it on the list. Really I have nothing but books on my list; I don't need anything and I feel like every day is Christmas, in a way, I guess that seems sappy but it's the truth, and I'm very grateful for it.
I'm reading The Uninvited Guests by Sadie Jones. The reviews are staggering. Ann Patchett says it's "at once a shimmering comedy of manners and a disturbing commentary on class. It is so well written, so intricately plotted, that every page delivers some new astonishment. It is a brilliant novel." Sarah Blake says she couldn't "put it down." Jacqueline Winspear talks about how clever it is.
Nobody talks about how scary it is. I like Edwardian comedies of manners, I like big country house parties in England, this thing steps beyond that. For the first 50 pages, like a roller coaster climbing a dull hill, it's positively vapid. Apparently on purpose. You have to really force yourself to continue. I almost put it down but then IT happens and the reader is stuck, like you are in the old movies, screaming at the girl not to take the candle downstairs in the dead of night when she hears a noise, and that's where I am, now on page 143, half way thru. I expect I will finish it today, having timidly looked ahead fearfully at what might be coming.
It's that kind of book. Nothing I've said here alludes to the actual plot or spoils it. It's different and creative and I am assuming it ends brilliantly which is what keeps me reading on, trusting Ann Patchett.
I wouldn't run out and buy it, however. I can't put it down, either, but it's sort of a...dread?