I had a great time with my visitor but without my usual reading wind-down time I was pretty cranky by yesterday afternoon. Poor CP had to put up with outrageous demands in re: Batman—but who can blame me for wanting to go see it a second time when there are so damn many attractive people and such an awesome storyline?
So I am slowly spending Sunday bringing myself back into the world of the literate. I’ve been reading some of the Coleridge, which is enjoyable but just so far outside what I usually read. That’s not a bad thing, I just feel like I have to get more deeply into it. I feel like I want a thunderstorm for better ambience too. This is not so much a beautiful summer weather book.
I have some freelance work to take care of this week but that shouldn’t stop me from getting some reading done. I plan to finish up the Coleridge (at least as much as I ever will for the Blog a Penguin Classic business), finish up Mythologies after putting it on hold last week, and possibly get back into my book of Moby-Dick criticism. Oh, and Alison requested comments on another one of the Canongate Myths series, hopefully I will get a chance to think about that as well. And I’m debating getting/reading The Gargoyle. Everyone’s writing about it, and I can’t decide whether I think I will enjoy it or not. The Times gave it a favorable review that actually makes it sound unappealing to me, but all the positive reviews I’ve read from bloggers make it sound fun. But I have to say the negative Entertainment Weekly review linked in The Book Lady’s Blog did quote some pretty bad sentences. Guess it’s not at the top of the pile!
Update: Silly me, I meant to leave you all with a little bit of a weekend poem and forgot. From “Quae Nocent Docent”:
Oh! might my ill-passed hours return again!
No more, as then, should Sloth around me throw
Her soul-enslaving, leaden chain!
No more the precious time would I employ
In giddy revels, or in thoughtless joy,
A present joy producing future woe.
Now get reading!