I should do that, WV.
Lately, I’ve been borrowing e-books from the library via the Libby App. Never thought I’d read e-books, evah, cuz, well, I’m kind of a book snob. But that’s what I’m doing now.
So haven’t been writing stuff down before I send them back.
Recently finished a Man Booker prize winner, The Sense of an Ending, by Julian Barnes, which had a few sections I could have posted. Strange novel, in a way. Didn’t think much of it until near the end, and then, bam!! A coupla gut punch/emotional wallops, which were twists as well. I think Barnes made the prose “average” on purpose, to make his narrator seem “average.” But the revelations were extra-ordinary . . . reflections on the past and how we get so much of that wrong . . . not only in the midst of that time, but in our memories (much later) of that time . . .
I also have a feeling that our current age is the best time to read a novel like that. I don’t know if I would have “got it” had I been younger.
Reading Amsterdam now, by Ian McEwan. Will try to remember to note great sections. Should have done that for the bio of Montaigne, How to Live, by Sarah Bakewell . . . another recent read, and The Weil Conjectures, by Karen Olsson. That latter is a dual bio of Simone and Andre Weil. Excellent books. Fascinating, brilliant siblings. Simone died much, much too young, tragically, indirectly via her own actions. To radically oversimplify matters, she died out of profound empathy for the suffering of others.