Day 5
Oh Friday. The traditional evening of productivity.
Wait, no, that’s not right at all. Friday is the evening for couch-cocooning and eating cookies from the bag while staring at a blank wall.
Time Devoted to Reading
I’m sure I spent time reading. I’m sure I spent time eating, too. But somehow it’s all a halogen-lit blur in my memory. Friday is usually the day when my brain stutters, turns over, and dies, and this week was COMPLETELY TYPICAL in that way. At least I didn’t leave my shoes at work, like I did one time last summer.
All of this to say that I remember the story I read, but I can’t tell you if I read it walking down the road, standing in the kitchen, sprawled on the floor, or sitting in the shower. (Note: Book does not appear to have been immersed. Probably was not read in the shower.)
My Goals
I’ve read 4 books of 6, a total of 1409 pages. This sounds really impressive, until I remember that I’m not doing academic reading any more. I’m reading things which WANT to be read instead of text you have you prove yourself against in battle. And my word count is higher. Funny how that works!
Books Read
Friday I read The Spy Princess, which was not quite the book for me. It covers a fantasy land in the throes of revolution, and some kids who are instrumental in both starting and ending the crisis.
Unfortunately for me, I’ve read very few book for children about revolts, and quite a few for adults, both fiction and nonfiction. So I was reading in fear, expecting appalling things to show up on the next page. The torture, slow executions, inhuman behaviour etc. never happened directly to the characters, but the mentions of things happening off the edge of the page made me more and more sure bad things were going to happen in the next paragraph.
Basically, the experience was like reading an American Girl story, sure it was going to turn into The Lies Of Locke Lamora at any moment. (And I read Lies of Locke Lamora when I was in South-East Asia, learning about the massacres of students and protesters that have happened within living memory, so that book has a particularly terrifying real quality in my imagination.)
Anyways, now I’ve explained why the book didn’t work for me, it’s up for the Mythopoeic Fantasy Award for children’s literature, so it obviously worked for other people.













