Not Miller’s novel, certainly, but rather my own small allowance of reading time since I’ve been writing my fool head off the last two months.
And it’s not the colorful language and topic that has put me off–although it did sort of jolt me out of the somber beauty of the holiday week.
I shall be reading more soon. I must say that the little I did read did impress me with the poetic quality of the prose.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I’ll be checking back on this one often. I’ve got Tropic of Cancer on my bookshelf and when I tried to start it a couple of years ago, I just couldn’t get going on it. I do think books hit us in a completely different way, depending on when we pick them up, so I plan to give Henry another go one of these days.