Love at First Post
Recently I decided to join Twitter.
Finally.
I still don't quite have the hang of it but I am definitely enjoying the tweets of literary geniuses, publishing houses, and enterprising bloggers. The other night as I was trolling through the hundreds of new tweets I discovered the launch of LitHub which of course I clicked on because, hello, LitHub. I read the first post, in support of libraries and book stores, and I was hooked.
I'm that person who owns two Kindles and an iPad but I still buy real books. I always have, and always will. I go to the library as often as I can and I can spend hours in our local Barnes & Noble just sitting and being. There is nothing like the smell of a book, new or old, to awaken your imagination and make you want to read.
Today my favorite post on LitHub is this one... I won't spoil it for you. Go ahead and take a moment to read it. You'll love it as much as I do.
On another note, I had a conversation with my husband last night that I think my fellow book nerd will appreciate. Yesterday afternoon I came home from work and sat down to read Antoine Laurain's book The Red Notebook. Of course it was the English translation, but even so it was an incredible novel. The main character, a bookseller named Laurent, happens upon a purse abandoned in the street. He takes the bag home, intent on finding its owner but instead finds pieces of a woman's life that lead him to believe he'd like to meet her. I have an obsession with finding things left behind which is why I photograph and write about abandoned buildings and historic events. I am intrigued by the thoughts, feelings, and belongings left behind by previous generations, perhaps even someone of my own generation. I dream of finding someone's journal and tracking them down to fill in the blanks, so of course this novel was perfect for me. I finished it by 9:30 last night.
Then I bought it in French.
My husband's question..."Didn't you just read it?"
Me: Yes.
Him: In English?
Me: Yes.
Him: Well, isn't it a translation?
Me: Yes it is.
Him: Won't it be the same in French?
Me: Of course not! There's always something lost in translation.
Him: So you're going to read it again, even though you know exactly what's going to happen.
Me: Yes.
Him: *sigh*
xx Poison
Finally.
I still don't quite have the hang of it but I am definitely enjoying the tweets of literary geniuses, publishing houses, and enterprising bloggers. The other night as I was trolling through the hundreds of new tweets I discovered the launch of LitHub which of course I clicked on because, hello, LitHub. I read the first post, in support of libraries and book stores, and I was hooked.
I'm that person who owns two Kindles and an iPad but I still buy real books. I always have, and always will. I go to the library as often as I can and I can spend hours in our local Barnes & Noble just sitting and being. There is nothing like the smell of a book, new or old, to awaken your imagination and make you want to read.
Today my favorite post on LitHub is this one... I won't spoil it for you. Go ahead and take a moment to read it. You'll love it as much as I do.
On another note, I had a conversation with my husband last night that I think my fellow book nerd will appreciate. Yesterday afternoon I came home from work and sat down to read Antoine Laurain's book The Red Notebook. Of course it was the English translation, but even so it was an incredible novel. The main character, a bookseller named Laurent, happens upon a purse abandoned in the street. He takes the bag home, intent on finding its owner but instead finds pieces of a woman's life that lead him to believe he'd like to meet her. I have an obsession with finding things left behind which is why I photograph and write about abandoned buildings and historic events. I am intrigued by the thoughts, feelings, and belongings left behind by previous generations, perhaps even someone of my own generation. I dream of finding someone's journal and tracking them down to fill in the blanks, so of course this novel was perfect for me. I finished it by 9:30 last night.
Then I bought it in French.
My husband's question..."Didn't you just read it?"
Me: Yes.
Him: In English?
Me: Yes.
Him: Well, isn't it a translation?
Me: Yes it is.
Him: Won't it be the same in French?
Me: Of course not! There's always something lost in translation.
Him: So you're going to read it again, even though you know exactly what's going to happen.
Me: Yes.
Him: *sigh*
xx Poison
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