Edward Gorey. Real Man. Reading.

I am launching a new category on Esse Diem today. I don’t know why it took me so long to do it, but it is well past time for a READING category for posts. This Gorey illustration seemed a fitting launch image.

With a nod to Read Aloud West Virginia, “What are YOU reading?”

Fun Fact4th graders who read for fun score higher, NAEP finds.

Image credit: AuthorMedia.com

10 thoughts on “Edward Gorey. Real Man. Reading.

  1. “The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human” by Jonathan Gottschall (absolutely fascinating); “Chasing Magic” by Stacia Kane (not quite as good as the first four in the Downside Ghosts series but still entirely kick butt); “The Other Wind” by Ursula K. Le Guin (part of my “reread some favorites” summer plan. . . but where did I put it down??) and “The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles” by Steven Pressfield (actually, I finished that, but I keep picking it up and rereading the parts I underlined because it has so much I need to keep telling myself).

  2. I read like my husband watches television; several stories at a time. In the morning its something devotional, currently Serve God, Save The Planet by Matthew Sleeth. Current biography is Traitor to His Class: The Privileged Life and Radical Presidency of Franklin Delano Roosevelt by H.W. Brands. My book club is reading Half Broke Horses by J. Walls. I love to read. My Kindle is nice, but its not a book. If I really like what I’ve read on my kindle, I purchase a hard copy for myself. From the public library, I check out more books than I can read in the allotted time frame. My own library is filled. Over filled. There are several stacks of books on coffee tables, beside couches and beds, and even books stacked on the floor (artistically of course). There are some stacks hidden to lessen FT”s visual reminders of my need to be surrounded by words, something he views as a problem both emotionally and financially. Yes, so thats what I’m reading. Next question.

  3. I’ve been hijacked by ragweed (reading, and all other, comprehension decreases) but want to get back into The Pursuit of Love by Nancy Mitford. I’m a little over halfway in and it’s delightful. Comical, yet tragic. So very upper-crusty British. It’s in a volume with Love in a Cold Climate, which I’ve seen described as a companion. I read a bio on those infamous Mitford Sisters, of which Nancy was the eldest, years ago and this provides additional insight into their lives.

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