I’m going to make a real effort to get back in blogging. No, I’m serious this time. I’m not doing this for you, or whatever readership I have (though *waves hello!* if you’ve stuck around this long). I’m doing this for me. I’m not going to lie: my job is often harder, more stressful than I ever thought possible. There are days when I’m simply not happy. That being said, it’s more important than ever that I have some kind of life outside of being an editor for a hyperlocal news site, whether that means acquiring some new hobbies and re-starting old ones. As you can see in yesterday’s post, I began a kitchen herb garden. I’m working through our townhouse one weekend at a time spring cleaning. I’m contemplating how I can finish decorating my office (step No. 1: get the damn diplomas framed and hung!). I’m indulging in expensive dinners every now and then. I’m reading for an hour a day. And I’m going to begin writing/journaling/blogging/reviewing…or whatever it is I do here.
I began this process about a week ago by making my “spring” reading list. Yes, I’m adhering to the seasonal reading lists because that’s how my mood works, in seasons. I’m learning how long winter can be in Michigan and whatever post-winter depression grabbed me last month worked to delay my reading schedule by weeks. But I think spring is finally here (even if it is 45 degrees outside) and I’m going to treat it as such. Thus, it’s out with the old and in with the new! As with all new stages in our lives, I’m starting over and giving my reading life a strong jolt of energy. Here is the list of books that will hopefully transport me into warmer weather and a better state of mind:
- Empire Falls — Richard Russo
- The House on Mango Street — Sandra Cisneros
- Wuthering Heights — Emily Bronte
- Time Was Soft There — Jeremy Mercer
- The Time Traveler’s Wife — Audrey Niffenegger
Wuthering Heights is my seasonal re-read, as well as part of my project to revisit the classics. It definitely wasn’t my favorite part of 11th grade English; I remember we read Wuthering Heights while watching the film version of Sense and Sensibility in that class. What a terrible mix-up. Didn’t my English teacher realize that Jane Austen is far more pleasurable to read than Emily Bronte? (Though, that Sense and Sensibility film is now one of my guilty pleasures…mmm Alan Rickman.) I’m hoping that now, as a major fan of her sister Charlotte, I can begin to appreciate what my 17-year-old self couldn’t.
I’m currently more than three quarters of the way through Empire Falls and I’m loving it, just as I loved Wicked before that. By the way, I need to find a way to review all the books I read this winter. Full reviews are out of the picture, though I know I had plenty to say about Ayn Rand while I was reading her. Too bad. Perhaps mini-reviews of some kind?
Another thing to note about this reading list: it’s length. If last winter taught me anything, it’s that I can’t predict how my weeks will be, and I can’t predict how much free time I’ll have from day to day. Thus, to be on the safe side, I’m shortening my reading list dramatically in the hopes that just finishing something will boost my ego. If I have to add books, well then all the better.