So today is the first day of April. The sky is a cloudless blue, flowers are blooming, trees are growing leaves. Looks like a lovely spring day outside; I just cannot go outside to enjoy it. Because of the coronavirus.
I fear I will miss spring entirely. I feel spring itself has become an April Fool’s Joke.
But! I can enjoy pictures of spring. I can even enjoy videos of cherry trees in DC:
It looks pretty! One day maybe I will go visit.
And, also, I feel that this is a good time to revisit the Daffodils poem. Is it more summer than spring? Anyway, I was thinking of it today.
Daffodils by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed’and gazed’but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
My last post was just under a year ago, and back then, life was normal. Today, life is not normal.
Even a month ago, life was normal.
Hopefully, the changes the coronavirus has wrought in my life are not permanent and I won’t have to get used to them. Changes such as being terrified to go outside and quite possibly brush up against someone. Anyone, really.
Most people who get it are supposed to recover, but I am not reassured. What if I am not most people?
This will pass. It might take weeks, but it will pass. I am hopeful summer won’t be ruined. But, even if it is, there is always next summer to look forward to.
Until then, everyone needs to avoid everyone else. The goal has become to avoid other people.
I was rereading the Raksura book two days ago: The Cloud Roads.
It is even more amazing then I remembered.
I missed things the first time I read it and didn’t remember other things. But it held up very well to a rereading, especially after such a long time.
The things I loved the first time – the world-building, the characters, the description, the action – were just as amazing as the first time. Really.
This time I lingered over a quiet scene when it was the two of them, Moon and his queen. Moon has just killed a Fell and learned something that hit him very hard. More, his queen overhead and he really didn’t want her to. Their interaction afterward really is quite touching.
I think I didn’t spend so much time on it before, because I was entranced by the world.
I still am. But I read this first book a long time, and that leaves space to focus on other aspects of the story. And there is plenty to focus on. It is a lot more then the world building – and the world-building is amazing.
Welcome to Teaser Tuesday, the weekly Meme that wants you to add books to your TBR, or just share what you are currently reading. It is very easy to play along:
• Grab your current read • Open to a random page • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!) • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers! Everyone loves Teaser Tuesday.
Merchant ships from all over the world passed through one of the Aligoes’ two major channels. Although the channels provided the fastest means of travel, they were unfortunately subject to an odd natural phenomenon known as “tides,” because the magic of the Breath ebbed and flowed much like tides in an inland ocean. During ebb tide, the magic decreased to the point where a ship could be in danger of sinking. During high tide, the magic increased, touching off wizard storms that – ironically – could also sink a ship.
–Spymaster: Book One of the Dragon Corsairs by Margaret Weis and Robert Krammes
I read Dragon Spawn by Eileen Wilks a few months ago. Every since, I have been quite speechless. It is hard to describe my disappointment.
I normally really look forward to this series. Dragon Spawn was no different.
But then I read it. It started out alright – lots of action and characters that I really like. It seemed like it was moving fast.
Then it ended. Just ended. Nothing was resolved, none of the problems mentioned in the beginning, none of the conflicts ended.
It is okay if one or two or even three of the conflicts are not resolved by end. This is a long-running series and that is just the nature of the beast. You have to leave something dangling for the next book. But this book resolved nothing.
It felt more like the middle of the book rather then the end. I feel like someone chopped the book in half and decided to publish in pieces.
I have no words for how much of a disappointment this book is. I really don’t. I have spent some time trying to say and I can’t.
I will read the next book, if only to find the next book. But I can’t really recommend this one. Until the next one comes out and I find out if there is an ending.
Both writers answer yes, but for different reasons.
Me, I also would say yes.
I think it is harder to find books you love – truly, deeply love – as you get older.
Maybe that’s because you get more cynical as you get older. Maybe it’s because there is less time to sit down and truly just let yourself get lost in a book. Maybe it’s because everything is so much newer when you’re younger and books you read later never quite measure up to the first book that made you go: whoa.
I do know all my favorites and many of the authors I go back to again and again come from a particular period in my life. The same 2-3 years, in fact.
The books I usually compare my own writing against, the kinds of characters I want to create, the kind of description I want to do, all of these things come from books I read as a teenager.
It isn’t that books I read later sucked – they didn’t. I discovered new books and new titles afterward. I have raved about them here. I reread quite a few regularly; I keep a look out for when their new books come out.
But, with two or three exceptions, most of the books that influenced me, I read as a teenager. I think that first reaction of OMG, Awesome Book, So Good, So Very Very Good, happens more often when you’re younger and have read fewer books. Afterword: Oh, yes, like that other book.
First times only happen once.
What do you think? Is It harder to be transported by a book as you get older?
This year’s election is over and I am glad. Not that I am happy with the results – and really, no matter who won, I was always going to be a bit disappointed, because the whole election was disappointing – but it is over. And good riddance.
At least it is over.
I look forward to the next time there is a candidate I can actually support with a whole heart. Maybe eight years from now. Four, if I am insanely lucky.