When I finish a book I usually have one of two reactions:
1. I press the book to my forehead and wish I could unread it so I could begin again
2. I throw it on the floor and stomp away
I obviously have strong reactions to books but find it hard to put my thoughts into words, other than an incoherent ramble. I need boundaries and limits to hinder my thoughts, to stop them falling from my consciousness.
So, the last few books I have read, reviewed in haiku:
Stoner – John Williams
A tragic hero.
It’s not about weed.
The Festival of Insignificance – Milan Kundera
Read in one sitting
Made to laugh at misfortune
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie – Muriel Spark
A boring look at
The small lives of teacher’s pets
Why did I finish?
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender – Leslye Walton
A girl born with wings
That caused me to weep
A Discovery of Witches – Deborah Harkness
Books, they hold magic
Old secrets are uncovered.
I stayed up all night.
Artwork by Riikka Sormunen.