The kind of book you love so much you start bargaining with your friends to read it so you can talk about it
Let's get one thing clear right away: every time I read a fantasy book on audio, I swear never to do it again. It's so hard when you can't see words you don't know. I must have hated being a baby.
When will I learn my lesson? I’ve got a respectable knowledge of Greek mythology which helped keep me afloat, but I still don't know if that's how Miller spelled Aeaea. Wikipedia has betrayed me and offered about 12 options, so I'm just taking a shot in the dark. Seriously...let me know.
To keep it short, I loved this book. I finished it up and I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to go back to the beginning, like when I finished Frasier on netflix and wanted to go watch the Pilot: to re-experience where it all started. What was I like back then? Yesterday, when I didn't know how good this book was?
I have this about once a year. You finish the book and feel like just holding your hands out: more, please!
The only thing to do is start your personal campaign for Everyone To Read It. I know you've been there. You're trying to give your friends the gift of This Book. They can't know how much they need it until you tell them!
My close friend chose Circe as her book of the month, but she has a demanding job and reads slowly. She’s been plugging through Pope Joan for a long time, and singing its praises: but it’s all I can do to keep from texting her every other day to ask if she’s started Circe yet. Friend, I say! You have a long commute, let me help you download Libby and you can listen to it on audio! But she hems and haws and doesn’t want to try it. She plugs on with Pope Joan.
I’m so anxious for someone to read it! For someone to know what I’m going through!
I offered to buy it for my brother, who likes mythology: he said something about not reading much right now. My sister will only read Scottish cozy mysteries. I read the first three in her favorite series, and still she hasn’t made good on her end of the bargain. My Father would love it, but asked if I’d yet read the newest Young Wizards book: after all, I got him into that series, and now he can’t even discuss the latest with me. (Imagine his reproachful and disappointed look.)
Isn’t it funny how reading becomes a bartering system? We know what’s best for our friends, and we know their recommendations will bring us joy: but it’s so hard (for me) to read what feels assigned. I read The Handmaid’s Tale in a single afternoon on the eve of my bookclub’s first meeting. What’s worse, I did the same thing the following month with Exit West, which was my own pick.
Anyways, I’m settling into Pope Joan. Maybe if I spoil the ending I can drag her, kicking and screaming, onto starting Circe.
An open offer to everyone: I'll read your new favorite book if you read Circe. Then, we can set aside a good 5 hours to meet up for coffee and wax poetic.