As Nymeth so kindly pointed out, I am indeed alive! And living in my own apartment sans cable has inspired quite the boutof reading lately, so the blog is back with a vengence, at least for now!
Shortly after finishing The Time Traveler’s Wife I picked up and powered through Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name by Vendela Vida. The book focuses on a girl named Clarissa who, shorlty after her father’s death, learns that he wasn’t, in fact, her birth father. This send Clarissa on a trip around the world, back home to her mother’s old hometown in Eastern Europe, an area known as Lapland that is essentially a mixture of Russia and Sweden.
Clarissa’s mother left her at a young age, and on this trip to find her birth father, she also comes to some shocking revelations that make Clarissa see that she perhaps had more in common with her mother than she ever would have hoped to have. It’s a book that fills you qith more questions than answers, and I have to give credit to the wirting for creating a story that, while short, carries quite a bit of punch with it. That being said, I will say that one of the best things about the book was that it didn’t take long to get through.
I will say that I did enjoy the book, but it was one of those books that just kind of filled the time gap between the other books I was reading. The story was well plotted, if not a bit forced at timess, and there are probably other common ties I would’ve established between Clarissa and her mother, but those weren’t my choices! All in all I think that it’s one of those books that, while you probably wouldn’t regret readign, it’s also not necessarily the book you should run out immediately to read. There are some adult themes throughout, so if that’s something that bothers you, you may want to steer clear, but all in all, not a bad book if you’re looking for something quick!
Next on the list of reviews is The History of Love by Nickole Krauss, who is married to one of my favorite authors of all time (Mr. Jonathan Safran Foer) and whose book was lovely in that haunting way that I love so much. And then, if I can power through it over the long weekend, there should be a review of This Much I know is True by Wally Lamb, which at 900 pages is presenting quiet the beast of a book to get through! And if you’re wondering where all the wonderful new book acquisitions came from, the answer is simple – a wonderful new roommate with wonderful literary taste and a penchant for sharing! More to come!