In Thrall
I’m reading Lonesome Dove, the book that’s sat the longest on my shelves without me giving up on it, and I’m loathe to put it down. I should be working on an article. Cleaning the house. Writing my novel. Doing laundry. Shovelling snow. (Why is spell check rejecting ’shoveling’? I thought the rule of thumb was ‘get the ell out’?) Yet all I want to do is read this book, and get lost with these characters, even as I get a mite too attached to them. They keep dying, which is what I suppose happened, way back then in the west.
January 20th, 2012 at 11:14 pm
I love that book so much.
January 22nd, 2012 at 11:57 am
Go with it. You’re describing the greatest of all pleasures.
January 25th, 2012 at 11:28 am
I hope you are still enjoying it!
January 26th, 2012 at 12:26 pm
No longer enjoying it, but most certainly enjoyed it. What a book!
January 27th, 2012 at 2:21 pm
A big ol’ Texas wave of the hat to you.
Now, you HAVE watched the TV miniseries, too, right?
Sometimes, and only sometimes, will a film production enrich and inform the book — in this case, splendidly.
I agree that it’s my “Gone with the Wind”…
http://www.texasmonthly.com/2010-07-01/feature.php
January 28th, 2012 at 4:31 pm
Holly, I haven’t watched it. Yet. It’s on my list at the library. I just finished Flannery O’Connor’s bio, and she was very prickly about Margaret MItchell and Gone with the Wind, both the book and the movie, and how they got lumped together with the south.