Thursday, November 29, 2012
Meh. The problem to me was that the writing wasn't all that funny. And I feel like I should mention that I skipped a large section in the middle of the book about how to discuss books you haven't read. The author summarizes and gives "humorous" speaking points for a series of books that may come up in discussion. I read the essays on those books that I don't plan on reading or have already read, but I skipped those I might want to read in the future because, spoilers? Anyway, it just seemed odd to me to have such a long portion of the book devoted to pretending to have read important works of literature in a book that is intended for bookworms. I think we generally frown on that, don't we? It was a joke though, but it just wasn't funny for me. I found some of her other musings on bookworms and our habits to be relatable and intriguing, but there weren't any laugh out loud moments for me.
See above. I usually devour books about books, but I found myself not really into finishing this one. It actually took me a while to get through it because it just didn't ring true for me as a book lover. It seemed more like it was intended for the hipster crowd who wants to be perceived as intellectual? At times she seemed to have a reverence for good literature and great books and at other times she seemed to be trying to skewer the intelligentsia. I never got a clear picture of what she really thinks about books and writing. It all seemed to me to be a major attempt at irony and snark that didn't come off as genuine.
Not a bad read, but, for me, it was too concerned with how to be impressive and appear well-read as opposed to just loving books. It's one that I'll put on my shelf and may go back to at some point, but it's not going to ever be a favorite. I would recommend My Reading Life by Pat Conroy (although not as humorous) or Bibliotherapy as alternatives.
Thanks to Harper Perennial for sending me a copy to review!
Posted by Julie G at 2:37 PM