So when I pick up any new book, I tend to mark the middle, now out of habit. More than once I have been glad I slogged through until things picked up, sometimes not until a quarter or a third of the way in. It's very difficult for me to admit defeat against any book.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, an Inquiry Into Values by Robert M. Pirsig
Here's my GoodReads review in the various pieces it was written...
8/24 Final review at page 262
This book would have better been titled Motorcycles, Science, Math, and Traveling in the West. I liked the motorcycles, I liked the traveling and I didn't mind SOME of the math, science and philosophy. Maybe it's just dated. IDK. I didn't complete it, so I'm not going to rate it. It will go back into the to-read pile and maybe on another try I'll get through to the end.
|page 262||68.0%||"Eek, I made it to page 262! The decision was made a day or two ago I was either going to put it down to try again another time, or throw it across the room. I opted for door number one as the impact of the book hitting the wardrobe or the floor might have upset the cats - and we can't have that, can we?|
|page 190||50.0%||"Can't believe I've made it this far! I've determined to finish. See you at the end."|
Yeah. Just didn't make it after all.
I stopped reading it a couple of days ago at 68%; it will go back on the bookcase to pickup in a few more years. Maybe when my brain is a little healthier it will be a little more tolerant?
To cleanse the palate, before going back to the books on the nightstand that I'm already working on, I picked a novel off the vanity and managed to read it in 24 hours. At least I know my reading skill isn't a problem, it is the book.
The Virgin Blue by Tracy Chevalier
There are some potential spoilers; I tried to keep it intentionally vague.
Lovely, fast read - and that was it's problem for me; it was too fast. American couple moves to France for husbands work, check; wife meets possible soul-mate in the local library whilst researching her genealogy (back to the 16th century in coincidentally, that part of France); she was a midwife in the US but somehow can't quite connect with her calling in France; she makes friends with a single mother who works in the French achieves, who seems to know or get to know everyone; confused about her feelings the wife flees to Switzerland to stay with distant cousins her father once met, they coincidentally, live in the same village that the 16th century Huguenot ancestors fled to. The story is told in a back and forth style, first one chapter in the past and then one in the future, until the very end, when sometimes paragraph by paragraph the four centuries are spanned until they almost become one. It is very mystical and the ending is left open for interpretation.
So, my complaint; why this is four stars, instead of five? At 303 pages, it seems very lightweight. This could have been fleshed out into a far more substantial novel. As it is now, it's a nice light beach read. It could have been a great book, instead of just a good one.
Discovered this was Tracy Chevalier's first book, so for that congratulations. Now I understand the other reviews saying how disappointing this book is compared to her later writing.
Read it for itself. It's charm and mystery. Appreciate that she's an author with much more ahead of her.
So, for now, I think I'm going to try to whittle down some of this pile of non-fiction and short stories. If I get too bogged down I'll throw in a novel to lighten things up.
Until next time!
On to Varney the Vampire, the Mongol Queens, Handbook of English Grammar, Beadle and the Bard, and the rest of them sitting by my bed; I think the Handbook of English Grammar is the oldest. Yes, grammar is a work in progress...
(and I seem to have learned that the schedule to publish option on the page doesn't work.)