This year I’ve picked books from my shelf to
read mostly according to the prompts provided by The 52 Book Club – 2023
Reading Challenge. I know I can’t read 52 books a year so I skip some
unfavorable prompts.
# 1 A book with a subtitle
The
Real Jane Austen: A Life in Small Things
Author: Paula Byrne
Genre: Biography
Rating: five stars
* First sentence: This is a watercolour of
Lyme Regis on the southern coast of England.
* One sentence comment: This is the most detailed and intimate account of my favorite classic writer, Jane Austen.
It was this prompt that gave me the urge to
read this non-fiction I meant to read for some time. I bought this book for a
while, but among fantastic looking fictions, this book with a quiet looking
cover had been put off for perhaps a year. However, this year I made it my
first book to read, and it is a real treat for a new year. Through the objects
of Jane Austen’s time, I got close to the daily life, joy and plight of my
favorite classic writer. I have read a few biographies about Jane Auten, but
never had a book given me such vivid accounts about her romance, friendship and
travels, especially her linkage to the West Indies.
The
Dutch House
Author: Ann Patchett
Genre: Novel
Rating: two stars
The characters are all too dramatic and
unrealistic. The father was too stupid, the mother was too saint like and the
stepmother, too ruthless. The plot is boring and the reason why I continued to
the end was I wanted to find the ending. After I read it I thought perhaps
there was a point in the story.
Giving
Up the Ghost
Author: Hilary Mantel
Genre: Memoir
Rating: four stars
First sentence: It is a Saturday, late July
2000; we are in Reepham, Norfork, at Owl Cottage.
One sentence comment: Mantel’s prose is
full of wonders.
Near the end of the book, she wrote,
“everything about me - my physiology, my psychology, feels constantly under assault: I am a shabby old building in an area of heavy shelling, which the
inhabitants have vacated years ago.” I think her words about writing have
revealed the innermost longing of many writers, “I feel that every morning it
is necessary to write myself into being…. When you have committed enough words
to paper you feel you have a spine stiff enough to stand up in the wind.”
I couldn’t help wondering what if the ill
fate happened to me, and I was touched by her words: “We were taught to be
thankful that, whatever is in store for us, it wasn’t crucifixion: unless you
were a missionary or really unlucky.”
The author's first memory was her mother walking backwards to
take a picture.😛
“I don’t understand why she goes backward,
back and aslant, tracking to one side. The tree overhead make a noise of urgent
conversation, to quick to catch; the leaves part, the sky moves, the sun peers
down at me.”
My hobby: making cake
On the 22th of January, it happened to be
the Lunar New Year, so we played a game after the church service. I also made a
chocolate cake the day before. I seldom made a chocolate cake, and this time I
couldn’t get confectioners' sugar in the supermarket to make Creamy Chocolate
Frosting. I decided to bake the chocolate frosting; otherwise we would have
tasted the sugar’s granular texture. The base was baked for too long; therefore,
it tasted a bit hard.
A Lone Woman at the Convenience Store
It was a late afternoon on the second day
of the Lunar New Year. I went into a convenience store to withdraw some money.
Then I strolled to the shelf for food to look for a dinner box. I saw a woman
squatting by the shelf, holding a cup of hot soup, supposedly having just bought
it from the store. At first I thought she was an old tramp, but when she
started to talk to me, I found that she was too well dressed to be a tramp. She
recommended me to buy a curry, which she considered very tasty and she often
bought it since she just lived in the building next to the store. I told her
that I often had curry and today I hoped to buy something I rarely had. I know
the building she mentioned is an expensive complex, so I realized that the
reason she was squatting there was to look for a chance to talk to someone like
me, who looked for one-person food during New Year so that she could converse with
another lone woman.