This week, Parajunkee and Greads have more or less the same question, so I'm going to answer it in a two for one sort of deal. Sneaky? Maybe, but I will just bore you otherwise, so, you know, deal with it! So, phrasing it as Ginger at Greads does, Which books have affected you on a personal level, and lingered in your mind long after you closed the pages? This is so tricky, because there are books that have affected me so deeply but really have nothing to do with me or my experience in the world. This is not to say that they can't affect me at all, but can I really describe it as personal if they have nothing to do with my own experiences? One example of this is Angels in America, a play that has affected me extremely deeply, but deals quite a lot with homosexual men which, it's probably fair to say, I'm not. But maybe that's not fair to say either, because the play goes a lot deeper than simply being about struggles of gay men in America in the eighties, and deals with questions of politics, religion, mental illness, physical illness, and possibly above all things, the struggle to just live. So yeah, I guess you could say that Angels in America has affected me personally, as I guess it has the power to affect all readers personally, and it has definitely lingered a long long time after I read it. If you want to read more gushing about Angels in America, check out my review here. But don't say I didn't warn you of the gushing.
And, crazy-for-books asks What is the one ARC you'd love to get your hands on right now? I would absolutely DIE if I got The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides. And then I would recover enough to read it and, I'm sure, love it! That is, as long as it's more like Middlesex than The Virgin Suicides, because, I've gotta say, I was not a fan of The Virgin Suicides. But still, I'm sure the next book will be amazing!
Yep, so those are my thoughts for this Friday. I hope you all have fanmazing weekends, and get lots of things done and have trillions of fun! If you're stuck for something to read, you might want to check out my (pitiful!) blog offerings from this week:
On Saturday I took a look at Journal of a Novel: The East of Eden Letters by John Steinbeck, and ruminated on the ethics of publishing journals after death, and
On Thursday I reviewed Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer, and either said something pretty good and clever sounding, or something stupid. But, you know, judge for yourself!