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20140110
ANOTHER DAY GONE AND NOTHING ACHIEVED
What I've read and/or re-read in 2013 (the ones in bold are the books that I loved, loved, loved):
Emily Brontë - Wuthering heights
Elie Wiesel - Night
Margaret Atwood - Dancing girls
Margaret Drabble - A day in the life of a smiling woman: complete short stories
Margaret Drabble - The middle ground
Doris Lessing - The grass is singing
Doris Lessing - The sweetest dream
Doris Lessing - The memoirs of a survivor
Doris Lessing - Martha Quest
Doris Lessing - The good terrorist
Siri Hustvedt - What I loved
Siri Hustvedt - The sorrows of an American
Siri Hustvedt - The enchantment of Lily DMarisahl
Siri Hustvedt - The blindfold
Paul Auster - The New York trilogy
Paul Auster - Invisible
Paul Auster - The Brooklyn follies
Paul Auster - Sunset Park
Nadine Gordimer - The late bourgeois world
Robert Harris - Fatherland
Amy Bloom - Where the God of love hangs out
Donna Tartt - The goldfinch
Marilyn French - The bleeding heart
Charlotte Perkins Gilman - The yellow wallpaper
Ian McEwan - Enduring love
Ian McEwan - Sweet tooth
Elanor Dymott - Every contact leaves a trace
Joan Didion - Blue nights
George Orwell - 1984
Lorrie Moore - Anagrams
Hilary Mantel - An experiment in love
Hilary Mantel - Vacant possession
Margaret Mitchell - Gone with the wind
Tana French - The likeness
Tana French - Broken Harbour
Anna Funder - Stasiland
F. Scott Fitzgerald - The great Gatsby
Jeffrey Eugenides - Middlesex
Marisha Pessl - Night film
J.M. Coetzee - Disgrace
Gillian Flynn - Gone girl
Gillian Flynn - Sharp objects
Gillian Flynn - Dark places
Elaine Dundy - The dud avocado
Curtis Sittenfeld - Prep
Curtis Sittenfeld - Sisterland
Truman Capote - In cold blood
Sophie Hannah - Lasting damage
Sophie Hannah - Kind of cruel
Sophie Hannah - Little face
Sophie Hannah - The carrier
Josephine Tey - The franchise affair
Louise Doughty - Apple tree yard
Sarah Waters - The little stranger
Joy Fielding - Now you see her
Anette Dumbach & Jud Newborn - Sophie Scholl and the White Rose
Daphne du Maurier - My cousin Rachel
Shirley Jackson - Hangsaman
Posted this list a bit late, but bye-bye 2013, you were a good reading year. Here is the last picture of me taken in 2013. I look confused. My boyfriend looks good.
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Emily Brontë - Wuthering heights
Elie Wiesel - Night
Margaret Atwood - Dancing girls
Margaret Drabble - A day in the life of a smiling woman: complete short stories
Margaret Drabble - The middle ground
Doris Lessing - The grass is singing
Doris Lessing - The sweetest dream
Doris Lessing - The memoirs of a survivor
Doris Lessing - Martha Quest
Doris Lessing - The good terrorist
Siri Hustvedt - What I loved
Siri Hustvedt - The sorrows of an American
Siri Hustvedt - The enchantment of Lily DMarisahl
Siri Hustvedt - The blindfold
Paul Auster - The New York trilogy
Paul Auster - Invisible
Paul Auster - The Brooklyn follies
Paul Auster - Sunset Park
Nadine Gordimer - The late bourgeois world
Robert Harris - Fatherland
Amy Bloom - Where the God of love hangs out
Donna Tartt - The goldfinch
Marilyn French - The bleeding heart
Charlotte Perkins Gilman - The yellow wallpaper
Ian McEwan - Enduring love
Ian McEwan - Sweet tooth
Elanor Dymott - Every contact leaves a trace
Joan Didion - Blue nights
George Orwell - 1984
Lorrie Moore - Anagrams
Hilary Mantel - An experiment in love
Hilary Mantel - Vacant possession
Margaret Mitchell - Gone with the wind
Tana French - The likeness
Tana French - Broken Harbour
Anna Funder - Stasiland
F. Scott Fitzgerald - The great Gatsby
Jeffrey Eugenides - Middlesex
Marisha Pessl - Night film
J.M. Coetzee - Disgrace
Gillian Flynn - Gone girl
Gillian Flynn - Sharp objects
Gillian Flynn - Dark places
Elaine Dundy - The dud avocado
Curtis Sittenfeld - Prep
Curtis Sittenfeld - Sisterland
Truman Capote - In cold blood
Sophie Hannah - Lasting damage
Sophie Hannah - Kind of cruel
Sophie Hannah - Little face
Sophie Hannah - The carrier
Josephine Tey - The franchise affair
Louise Doughty - Apple tree yard
Sarah Waters - The little stranger
Joy Fielding - Now you see her
Anette Dumbach & Jud Newborn - Sophie Scholl and the White Rose
Daphne du Maurier - My cousin Rachel
Shirley Jackson - Hangsaman
Posted this list a bit late, but bye-bye 2013, you were a good reading year. Here is the last picture of me taken in 2013. I look confused. My boyfriend looks good.
20131226
MEN AND WOMEN
Books read:
Elanor Dymott - Every contact leaves a trace
Shirley Jackson - Hangsaman
Louise Doughty - Apple tree yard
"The weekend after, I threw a fit as screechy as the couple in the flat above us and told Guy that I would never be able to finish the project proposal I was working on unless he took the kids out for the afternoon on the Sunday; and he did, without demur. This was the thing he never understood: yes, he would give me time to work when I demanded it, but my time was considered to belong to our family unit unless I signalled that I wanted out. His time was considered to belong to himself unless I demanded that he opt in.
Evene the nice ones don't understand what this is like. What's the problem? They say it sadly, trying to do the right thing. All you have to do is ask..."
- Apple tree yard, Louise Doughty
Elanor Dymott - Every contact leaves a trace
Shirley Jackson - Hangsaman
Louise Doughty - Apple tree yard
"The weekend after, I threw a fit as screechy as the couple in the flat above us and told Guy that I would never be able to finish the project proposal I was working on unless he took the kids out for the afternoon on the Sunday; and he did, without demur. This was the thing he never understood: yes, he would give me time to work when I demanded it, but my time was considered to belong to our family unit unless I signalled that I wanted out. His time was considered to belong to himself unless I demanded that he opt in.
Evene the nice ones don't understand what this is like. What's the problem? They say it sadly, trying to do the right thing. All you have to do is ask..."
- Apple tree yard, Louise Doughty
20131222
THIS IS A PARTY AND I'M HERE ALREADY AND I MUST REMEMBER THAT MY NAME IS NATALIE.
"The gap between the poetry she wrote and the poetry she contained was, for Natalie, something unsolvable."
"A knock on her door was as strange a thing to her as the fact of the door itself; at first she thought, It is across the hall, how clearly it sounds; then she thought, It is a mistake; she wasted a minute thinking of someone looking at the outside of the door steadfastly, as she looked at the inside, and meant to mark the next day whether the panels outside were the same as those inside; odd, she thought, that someone standing outside could look at the door, straight ahead, seeing the white paint and the wood, and I inside looking at the door and the white paint and the wood should look straight also, and we two looking should not see each other because there is something in the way. Are two people regarding the same thing not looking at each other?"
"I wish I knew why I am so excited all the time. I keep thinking something is going to happen. I keep thinking I am right on the point of telling someone all about myself."
""I used to think," Natalie said, "when I was a child, that I had only a limited stock of 'yeses' and 'nos', and that when they were used up I couldn't get any more and then I wouldn't be able to answer most of the questions silly people asked me.""
"From Natalie's secret journal:
Dearest dearest darling most important dearest darling Natalie - this is me talking, your own priceless own Natalie, and I just wanted to tell you one single small thing: you are the best and they will know it someday, and someday no one will ever dare laugh again when you are near, and no one will dare even speak to you without bowing first. And they will be afraid of you. And all you have to do is wait, my darling, and it will come, I promise you. Because that's the fair part of it - they have it now, and you have it later. Don't worry please, please don't, because worrying might spoil it, because if you worry it might not come true.
Somewhere there is something waiting for you, and you can smile a little perhaps now when you are so unhappy, because how well we both know that you will be happy very very very very soon. Somewhere someone is waiting for you, and loves you, and thinks you are beautiful, and it will be so wonderful and so fine, and if you can be patient and wait and never never never never despair, because despair might spoil it, you will come there, someday, and the gates will open and you will pass through, and no one will be able to come in unless you let them, and no one can even see you. Someday, someone, somewhere. Natalie please"
- Hangsaman, Shirley Jackson
"A knock on her door was as strange a thing to her as the fact of the door itself; at first she thought, It is across the hall, how clearly it sounds; then she thought, It is a mistake; she wasted a minute thinking of someone looking at the outside of the door steadfastly, as she looked at the inside, and meant to mark the next day whether the panels outside were the same as those inside; odd, she thought, that someone standing outside could look at the door, straight ahead, seeing the white paint and the wood, and I inside looking at the door and the white paint and the wood should look straight also, and we two looking should not see each other because there is something in the way. Are two people regarding the same thing not looking at each other?"
"I wish I knew why I am so excited all the time. I keep thinking something is going to happen. I keep thinking I am right on the point of telling someone all about myself."
""I used to think," Natalie said, "when I was a child, that I had only a limited stock of 'yeses' and 'nos', and that when they were used up I couldn't get any more and then I wouldn't be able to answer most of the questions silly people asked me.""
"From Natalie's secret journal:
Dearest dearest darling most important dearest darling Natalie - this is me talking, your own priceless own Natalie, and I just wanted to tell you one single small thing: you are the best and they will know it someday, and someday no one will ever dare laugh again when you are near, and no one will dare even speak to you without bowing first. And they will be afraid of you. And all you have to do is wait, my darling, and it will come, I promise you. Because that's the fair part of it - they have it now, and you have it later. Don't worry please, please don't, because worrying might spoil it, because if you worry it might not come true.
Somewhere there is something waiting for you, and you can smile a little perhaps now when you are so unhappy, because how well we both know that you will be happy very very very very soon. Somewhere someone is waiting for you, and loves you, and thinks you are beautiful, and it will be so wonderful and so fine, and if you can be patient and wait and never never never never despair, because despair might spoil it, you will come there, someday, and the gates will open and you will pass through, and no one will be able to come in unless you let them, and no one can even see you. Someday, someone, somewhere. Natalie please"
- Hangsaman, Shirley Jackson
20131210
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