"I watch her go, envying the certainty of her youthful
confidence - the confidence of thinking that everything will go according to
ones plans." Truth.
4.14 Arcadia falls
When I got back into reading, and began blogging, I never
thought that I would lose my footing again. And then last year I lost all my
footholds at once and I was shocked to see the salvation I had found in reading
fade into the either of daily drudge. It also didn't help that my son stopped
napping.
I made lists, I made stacks. I read the old blog posts to
remind me how much the reading had helped me normalize the last time my life
felt listless. I finally stormed through a book and thought I was cured only to
languish again. In 2011, I read 67 books; in 2012, 23. My brain has felt the
effects, and so has my soul.
As the 2014 started, I saw tweets about Goodreads already
scolding participants of their reading challenge that they were behind. I'm not
great at accepting scoldings but I thought joining the group might give me the
right kind of push. I set my goal at 25 books, not lofty I know but I'm still
feeling a bit fragile. And so far I am on track having just finished my fourth
book - on track but certainly not burning up the highway - but what I love is
that I am picking books based on the challenge instead of what I see going on
in the reading world. Fact is, some books can be read in two days and not need
to be anguished over and analyzed to death. So if I start falling behind it's
time to pick something quick. Arcadia Falls fits that bill perfectly.
I read a lot of Carol Goodman when I was teaching high
school. Mainly because a good escape was needed but also because the older
girls liked to read them as well and I never recommended or lent out anything
without reading it myself first. The blueprint here is the same as her others:
Eastern boarding school, new teacher, some sort of literary mystery leads to a
modern murder, final twist that I see coming a mile away. And a book read for
my challenge in three days while feeling the awesome sensation of looking
forward to finishing it.
Great literature it may not be, but turns out Goodreads
doesn't judge.