Anyone Sniff Any Books Today?
No matter how many years it's been since I finished college, September still means syllabus. Sometimes I want to sign up for some classes just so I can get my hands on one. There was something about that long list of books, some of which I couldn't wait to read, some of which would end up shaping or shaking my point of view in the months to come. Once I had my stack of syllabuses, the subsequent excitement of going to the book store made me as giddy as a freshman in a co-ed dorm. I savored the search for each book, and enjoyed the absurd tower I'd end up with, even if it meant a back-breaking walk to the checkout. But nothing stands out in my memory more than the sweet scent of fresh books in my arms as I waited to pay. Seriously, someone should bottle that fragrance. Today, the calendar reads September, and one of my embarrassing little rituals is to make my own sort of syllabus for the fall. The books I plan to read, themes I want to explore, time periods to which I want to be transported. Lately my husband is into medieval history and literature, so perhaps I'll join him on his quest to grasp the social implications of the plague. Or not. But of course, no fall syllabus would be complete without Pride and Prejudice. And no reading of Pride and Prejudice should go un-followed by some Colin-Firth-as-Darcy action in the BBC's movie version. Big. Fat. Sigh. Anyone else planning a personal syllabus for the fall? Have any recs?