[bookshare-discuss] Re: on books from The Apocolyptic to The Plum Thicket
- From: "Lori Castner" <loralee.castner@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <bookshare-discuss@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2011 19:53:29 -0700
Lissi and Others,
I think I read "The postman" years ago; I had totally forgotten it.
One of the other real absorbing apocollyptic books mentioned is Margaret
Atwood's "The Handmaid's Tale." It was rivoting! And it is the only Atwood I
have enjoyed.
Lissi, I'll look for "The Plum Thicket" when it goes live. I am very fond of
Janet Holt Giles.
Lori C.
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From: Estelnalissi
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Sent: Wednesday, March 23, 2011 6:31 PM
Subject: [bookshare-discuss] on books from The Apocolyptic to The Plum Thicket
Dear Booksharian Friends,
Thanks to all of you who contributed to the discussion on post apocalyptic
books and especially to Bob W. for starting it. The detail in which these books
were described helps me to decide which to read. I've only read three of them
of which, The Postman, the book, not the movie, was my favorite. It was
hopeful, inspiring and exciting.
In a few days I'll be checking in The Plum Thicket by Janice Holt Giles. 'The
copyright is 1954 so some of you who enjoy books written then might want to
check it out. Whether you like her work in general, I think most of you might
share some of its eight-year-old narrator's views on books and reading.
"I stood before the rows of books, undecided, all of their bindings, all of
their titles, alluring. I cannot remember when I did not have a love for books
amounting to reverence; my passion for reading is so deep that it is actually
an addiction, like the drug habit. I would read the telephone directory if
nothing else were available. But not only is opening a book, any book, any
time, an adventure which makes my pulse beat faster, I love books also for
their own sake. I like to hold in my hand a beautiful book, feel its quality
and texture, smell it and, I can think of no better word, love it. I
particularly love the old leather bindings, such as those on my grandfather's
shelves, and I particularly love, too, the heavy, torn paper and the exquisite
type which many of them had. A beautiful book is truly a work of art.
What should it be? Scott? Thackeray? Trollope? Brontë? Tentatively I took
down Madame Bovary. I knew Grandfather greatly appreciated Flaubert But the
text was in French. Regretfully I put it back. The Dickens shelf was next, and
with a kind of homing instinct I picked out David Copperfield. I had read it
twice already, but it was always irresistible."
Always with love,
Lissi
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