I've been a very good girl today: I cleaned up and redecorated the livingroom, the guestroom and the attic. I also had a proper breakfast, lunch and diner, following the doctor's instructions. I didn't do the dishes, but instead I finally updated
the index of my movie-collectionAnother thing that has been on my to-do-list since I finished the book last year was to write a review of
Until I Find You by John Irving. I'm gonna cheat and use other people's words: why try and write my opinion when others have said it much more eloquently than I ever could? I was planning on linking to the reviews I found through
this wonderful site full of book-surveys but some of them are dead-ends now. So here is a summary of one of them:
by Natasha Tripney - New Statesman, august 2005 - www.newstatesman.com
'Although Until I Find You is permeated by a keen sense of melancholy, it lacks the controlled sentimentality of Irving's previous work. There is nothing here to match the emotive power of The World According to Garp, or the gut-punch finale of A Prayer for Owen Meany. [...] Although this is an extremely long book, none of the characters is especially well developed, including Jack, who never shakes off an essential blankness.' [...] Until I Find You falls a long way short of his best work. Unlike Daughter Alice's tattoos, it fails to get under your skin.And for those of you who are interested, I'll paste a longer review behind the cut.
( Bookreport: Until I Find You... )You're welcome to discuss the book or ask for my favorite John Irving;)
I'm planning on keeping a reading-diary: starting tomorrow I will write down the title of the book I'm reading plus the page I'm on. I'm hoping that will be an extra incentive to keep reading, since I've been seriously lacking in that department lately. It's all part of the big plan to get my life back on track: Go me.