This year, I’d like to try to be better at updating this blog. A lot happened over the past six months and I didn’t feel like writing much here (not that I wrote very much before), and unfortunately, I also find out that someone I once knew in real life subscribed to the blog, so that really threw me off and so I stopped updating about my personal life. I’m not going to write much about personal stuff here anymore, but I would at least like to write more about the books I’ve been reading. Some books are hard to write about and some books don’t really deserve more than a sentence or two, but I will try to keep a better record.
The Stardust Thief – Chelsea Abdullah
I initially borrowed this for my older kid, who’s into fantasy, but he didn’t seem interested, and so this library book sat there for two weeks until I finally picked it up and gave it a try, and I’m really glad I did, it was quite the romp! There’s magic and jinns, and a motley crew thrown together to find some ancient relic in the desert. It starts off a bit slow, but in the end I was really absorbed in the story, which also weaves in a partial retelling of Thousand and One Nights.
Shelf Life: Chronicles of a Cairo Bookseller – Nadia Wassef
I had meant to read this last year for the Storygraph challenge but didn’t quite make it.
Wassef is one of three women co-owners of an indie bookstore in Cairo in the early 2000s (it’s now a full-fledged chain of bookstores). I’m full of admiration for what she and the other co-founders have done, and I enjoyed learning about Cairo’s literary history and the difficulties they had when setting up the store (like having to personally explain to the censors that Jamie Oliver’s The Naked Chef wasn’t what they thought).
The Friend – Sigrid Nunez
A rare case of watched the movie first, then read the book. I saw this movie on the plane to (or maybe it was from?) Edinburgh, as there wasn’t that much available on Qatar Airways. A sad read about a friend’s suicide and coming to terms with it, plus having inherited their dog along with it. In the movie, the dog played a far more central role than in the book, which had that very meandering, stream of consciousness narrative, a lot of thoughts about her relationship with the friend, about writing, and so on. So, erm, don’t watch the movie and then read the book, that’s my advice to you.