The intention was to write a post on each of the stories read during the event. As it usually happens, I was not very keen on writing. Time passed and the right moments are all gone now. Embarrassingly short notes (or embarrassing short notes – works either way) remain the only option. So.. Besides
- The Sun Hat. Kjell Askildsen – minimalistic, strong
- Hungry Stones. Rabindranat Tagore – mixed thoughts; lyrical, atmospheric, but it doesn’t leave me wanting to read more (at least not now)
- The Garden Party. Katherine Mansfield – excellent! more, please!
- A Romance With Double Bass. Chekhov – what can one say about Chekhov? cheerfully sad
- Diary of a Madman. Nikolai Gogol – powerful, chilling, sad; what can one say about Gogol?
- The Great Yellow Storm. Bo Carpelan – very interesting, very interested to read more
To be honest, I am not completely satisfied with myself this Readathon. The main reason is that, while trying to connect with the community, I was not as invested in reading as I would have liked to have been.. (this doesn’t sound right, something is rotten about this construction) Nevertheless, it was a great (holi)day.
The morning was spent at the book fair. The most disappointing book fair so far. However, just when I thought I would be leaving without a single book bought (it never happened before), I found these three beautiful Penguins that made me quite, quite happy.