Tuesday, October 17, 2006

he loves the nightlife

We caught our son trying to read by his nightlight, so we're just letting him stay up late with his book--one of the biggest perks of homeschooling, after all, is not having to get up early. I'm not really surprised by the fact that, despite a bookshelf full of classic fiction available, his choice is The Magic Schoolbus in a Beehive... but all those essays on boys only reading nonfiction have me just a little worried. I'm very thankful he's a reader, but it would make me sad if the wonderful fantasy worlds of children's literature were lost on him.

slow down... you move too fast!

(A day late for Smart Bitches Day but no matter.)

I don't usually read contemporary romances, but Jennifer Crusie wrote such intelligent essays about Buffy, I thought I should give her a try. So I'm reading Bet Me and quite enjoying it, but ohmigod, the PACE. Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat, reading it is like watching an episode of "Sex and the City" on speed.

I often see people complain about the slow pace of historical novels; I guess this is the other side of that coin. Strange, because you'd think with reading you could control the pace more... read more slowly or stop or something. I actually have to take frequent breaks reading this book, but still it's almost too much for me. Is this because I read Jane Austen and don't watch much t.v.? If I keep reading Crusie, will I become one of those people who can't read Georgette Heyer?