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Mar. 28th, 2008 01:30 pmMy school English department has just instituted a wonderful program wherein they give those who sign up free books to read over spring break, and then set up a discussion about them with a professor over the next quarter. The professor picks the book, you pick the book+professor (or plural, if you are so inclined) and then go collect the loot!
As you all will be shocked to hear, I heard about this and went FREE BOOKS? *GRABBYHANDS!!!!* which is how I came to read E.M. Forster's A Room With a View during my five-hour wait for the bus to Bowdoin on Monday. (How I came to miss the first bus to Bowdoin is a long and not terribly interesting story involving much panic-stricken running with luggage that I will spare you all at this time.) My Jacobean Tragedy professor, who is leading the Room With a View discussion, had described it as a.) very much in the romantic-comedy vein but b.) better in his opinion than Forster's Howard's End, which I read this summer and loved. Having now read the book, I agree with a.) but respectfully disagree with b.). A Room With a View was entertaining, but it also frustrated me a great deal, a large part of the reason for which can be boiled down to ( the ending. ) However, I am all the same looking forward to the discussion. Also, the book gets points for naming a tennis ball after Vittoria Corombona, Adulteress of Badass Awesome, from The White Devil.
In other news, I made the mistake of getting the filmed version of the Notre-Dame de Paris musical from Netflix to watch while I was home. This is a mistake because now that I have it my ridiculous and unreasonable love for the music has been rekindled, I cannot resist the urge to watch it over and over and over again, so if I suddenly break out into streams of dramatic French song, that is why! It is not my fault! And now I am going to go bake, because if I cannot stop singing loudly in French, at least I can fulfill the image of wacky domestic bliss and be productive while I do it.
As you all will be shocked to hear, I heard about this and went FREE BOOKS? *GRABBYHANDS!!!!* which is how I came to read E.M. Forster's A Room With a View during my five-hour wait for the bus to Bowdoin on Monday. (How I came to miss the first bus to Bowdoin is a long and not terribly interesting story involving much panic-stricken running with luggage that I will spare you all at this time.) My Jacobean Tragedy professor, who is leading the Room With a View discussion, had described it as a.) very much in the romantic-comedy vein but b.) better in his opinion than Forster's Howard's End, which I read this summer and loved. Having now read the book, I agree with a.) but respectfully disagree with b.). A Room With a View was entertaining, but it also frustrated me a great deal, a large part of the reason for which can be boiled down to ( the ending. ) However, I am all the same looking forward to the discussion. Also, the book gets points for naming a tennis ball after Vittoria Corombona, Adulteress of Badass Awesome, from The White Devil.
In other news, I made the mistake of getting the filmed version of the Notre-Dame de Paris musical from Netflix to watch while I was home. This is a mistake because now that I have it my ridiculous and unreasonable love for the music has been rekindled, I cannot resist the urge to watch it over and over and over again, so if I suddenly break out into streams of dramatic French song, that is why! It is not my fault! And now I am going to go bake, because if I cannot stop singing loudly in French, at least I can fulfill the image of wacky domestic bliss and be productive while I do it.
