That’s it! I quit reading.
Ok, so I’m not really throwing in the towel but I can honestly say that I finished two of the best books I’ve ever read, this past week and the future just pales in comparison. Two rather indescribable, totally outlandish yet completely different stories, A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan and The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet by Reif Larsen, most seriously go down on my list of all time favorites.
So, am I really that much of an advocate for the “Glass is Half Empty” campaign? Am I crazy to swear off reading thinking that I’ve found the light at the end of the tunnel and nothing else can compare? Oh, no. Well, ok, yes, I would be crazy to but as mom pokes fun at me often, this is yet another addition to “the best adventure ever” which will be topped, I am sure, by something next week.
I am, actually, embarrassingly enough, in the middle of reading a runner-up, right now. Now, ok, I don’t think that Tea Obreht’s Orange Prize Shortlisted The Tiger’s Wife is really going to quirkily compare to the weird should-be classics from last week but in its own, straightforward, beautiful way, it is another one that threatens to have me singing “the best week ever”.
One thing about my reading that has me a little shaken is my recent inability to break from adult books. I used to go back and forth, seamlessly, from YA to Adult but, today, at the bookstore, after perusing the YA selections, about which I’ve heard astounding things (I’m looking at you, Libba Bray’s Beauty Queens), I left empty-handed. Fine, whatever, you might think. Everyone has those days at the bookstore. It’s like eating an overstuffed Chipotle burrito and going to try on bathing suits. Sometimes it just doesn’t work. I am, after, all about to hit thirty, so maybe it just isn’t appealing to my clearly existent, oh-so-mature side.
Still, I worry a bit about myself as a reader. I worry that I’m finding an entire section of reading unpalatable. Am I too old? Is it just the current trends in YA lit that have me running the other direction?
I don’t know.
What I do know is that as soon as I am done rambling on about this silliness, I’m going to snuggle back up with Miss Tea Obreht who is barely out of her teen years, herself, yet has made this incredibly adult piece.
Well, ok, then! So much for a short fluff piece on the weekend, eh?