I have an absurd number of books on my to-read shelf. These are books that I’ve bought, and physically have on my shelves, waiting to be read.
I don’t know how I’m ever going to catch up, especially with all the neat books that have come out this fall, and the classics I have yet to read. Never mind the review stuff that isn’t even on that list.
How does anyone keep up?
127. Fables of Identity, by Northrop Frye
(Mariner Books, 1963)
Why doesn’t anyone name their kid Northrop any more? I’m not breeding, but I still think this name should make a come back. So c’mon breeders: next kid, choose Northrop!
This is a great collection of essays, dealing with everything from archetypes and mythology in general, to their presence and effects in specific texts.
I always feel under read. I learn so much every time I read a book of his, and I need to reread everything I’ve read before, because I’m sure I’d get more out of it now than when I first began reading literary criticism.
128. Zen Ghosts, by Jon J Muth
(Scholastic Press, 2010)
I originally picked this up for my little cousins as a Hallowe’en gift, but I love it too. It’s an unusual ghost story, more of a zen koan, told by Stillwater, a zen panda.
The costumes, colours, and illustration are gorgeous. The owl pirates on the flaps slay me. It’s such a beautiful book.
129. What Disturbs Our Blood, by James FitzGerald
(Vintage Canada, 2010)
I won a copy as a part of a CBC Twitter draw, which was pretty nifty. Slightly less nifty was the book itself. Continue reading »