See the definition of “tharn” from the Lapine Glossary to Watership Down (yes, I’m still reading it). There’s much to be learned from the rabbits. Resist the tharn–nothing good ever comes from being hypnotized with fear. Just saying.
This fulfills the prompt for “a book with multiple authors.” Admittedly, it’s a little short. Stephen King and Joe Hill are two of my favorite writers. I didn’t love this one, though. It’s pure horror the likes of which I haven’t seen since Pet Cemetery. To me, this level of horror doesn’t really work in a novella. If you’re fans of these guys, you will read it eventually. If not, don’t start with this one. Please.
A book with a cat on the cover–this one gave me fits. The above pictured novel is the fifth one I tried, and I read it in one sitting. It’s light reading, and quite fun. Don’t judge this book by the cover–Ivy Morgan is a complex character who shouldn’t be portrayed as a witch with a broom. Thankful for the cat, though, or I’d have never given it a try.
Lest you forget, I’m still pecking away at Locke & Key by Joe Hill for my audiobook prompt. Listening to an audio performance of a graphic novel is…interesting. It’s basically performed as a radio play and very well acted, which is the only thing that makes it bearable (no descriptions; no pictures). It’s a fun story and I’m enjoying it but I may read the graphic novels after it’s finished anyway to figure out exactly who everyone was….
I finished The Thirty-nine Steps by John Buchan to fulfill the “espionage novel” prompt. Touted as the first spy novel, it does have some charm. It was only 78 pages, thankfully. I couldn’t really recommend this one unless this genre is just your thing.
This genre isn’t really my thing. But, Eye of the Needle and The Key to Rebecca by Ken Follet are two of the best reads I’ve ever enjoyed, and they both happen to be espionage novels. I suppose if Presumed Innocent was the only legal thriller you’d ever read, it would be tough to go back to reading Earl Stanley Gardner’s Perry Mason series.
I wrote “totalitarian bunnies” but that was just, well, wrong. Our bunny rabbit friends forgot to bring one major item to the new warren: female rabbits. Oops.
Thus, their next quest is to find some “does” and bring them back to the warren. They hear of another warren not far off with loads of lady bunnies to spare. But, they find a warren that’s focused on one thing and one thing only: safety. “And the one fear of every rabbit in it is that men are going to find them and infect them with the white blindness. The whole warren is organized to conceal its existence, the holes are all hidden and the Owsla have every rabbit in the place under orders. You can’t call your life your own: and in return you have safety–if it’s worth having at the price you pay.” (emphasis added) And then it gets even better: “Every rabbit is marked when he’s a kitten: they bite them, deep….They then can be told by the scar for the rest of their lives.”
Think these cuddly bunnies might not want to share their lady friends? I love this book.
I’m about halfway through Watership Down, alternating between reading and listening, and slightly worried about the fate of my furry friends. I’m one of those people who can handle people dying in books and movies better than animals. I keep thinking about the reference to this book in The Stand, and if it’s like The Stand in its ending, then most of the bunnies are toast.
That being said, I’m also reading The Thirty-nine Steps, allegedly the first espionage novel. This is a short novel, and mostly fun. As a Kentuckian, I’ve at times been frustrated by attempts of authors to write a Kentucky dialect. The author of this book gives writing in a rural Scottish accent a go (I think he was Scottish) and it’s been interesting to decipher. “I’ll awa’ back to my bed and say I’m no week, but I doot that’ll no help me, for they ken my kind o’ no-week-ness.” What?
That being said, after I finish the spies and bunnies novels, I’m next on to “a book with a cat on the cover.” After reading about mental illness, the end of the world, academic misery, domestic violence and alcoholism, suicide and child molestation…I’m ready for something light, folks. The cat book is either going to be Lawyer for the Cat: A Sally Barnard Novel by Lee Robinson or How to Tell If Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You… by the Oatmeal and Matthew Inman. If the Lawyer-cat book (not sure if it’s romance or a “cozy mystery”-whatever that is. Cats are big in cozy mysteries.) proves unreadable, I’m committed to feel no guilt about the Oatmeal book. I’ve committed to 52 books and I’m not using any book for more than one category.
Happy reading folks.