So I have failed, or better yet, I'm-not-finished-reading-the-Four-Loves-and-cannot blog-on-it-adequately-today-so-I-will-leave-it-for-another-25th (I don't know when, maybe in 2008 but this book needs to be masticated slowly, too slowly for my liking, honestly).
So let's talk about book(s) you are currently reading.
Prior to picking up the Four Loves I read Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome. Yes, that's his real name, and here's his bio:
Jerome K. Jerome (1859-1927) was an actor, teacher, and journalist before turning to writing books. After the success of Three Men in a Boat, Jerome and some friends founded The Idler, a magazine that ran pieces by Robert Louis Stevenson and Mark Twain. Jerome published an autobiography in 1926.I was introduced to this book when I read Connie Willis' To Say Nothing of the Dog.
Jerome is hysterically witty, insightful and random. Three Men reads much like blogs today -- he's discussing packing for an excursion, the laziness of his companions, and then your goes into great detail over his tale of transporting stinky cheese from Liverpool to London.
This is one read when the best review to be said is, "Delightful!"
The gist of the story is three bored young men decide to take a boat up the Thames River for a bit of holiday. There only other companion is Montmorency, J's Fox Terrier. J tells of all their (mis)adventure: how to row, punt, sleep in the rain, find a decent (one with Wisteria draped over the front eaves) inn for the night, and how to make surprisingly good Irish stew. It's a quick read and you will find yourself chuckling quite often.
Some quotable lines:
It is not that I object to the work, mind you; I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.What's on your nightstand?
People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.
Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing.
I can't sit still and see another man slaving and working. I want to get up and superintend, and walk round with hands in my pockets, and tell him what to do.
It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless of course you are an exceptionally good liar.
P.s. The next read for October 25th is a bit more bookclub-ish: Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen. Enjoy!