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I'm not sure I'm going to count books, anymore, because that brings up the question of whether short stories should 'count'. And we count whole Asimov's magazines, and that's just a bunch of short stories, and I think short stories I read should somehow be remembered, but... I don't know. I think I just won't keep a count.
"The Charwoman's Shadow" - Lord Dunsany
I was amazed at how enthralling I found this book, this time around. I tried to read it once before and somehow couldn't get into it - the language felt to archaic and stilted, and somehow this made me feel less invested in the characters. This time around I must just have been ready for it. The language was dense, yes, and a lot was packed into each sentence. I couldn't just skim it. Now I've decided that the language is not archaic - it's gorgeous and lush and funny.
"And all the while as he walked on the darkening hill-side doubts asked him questions and despair hinted replies, which might neither of them ever spoken at all if he had thought to bring some food with him in a satchel."
"The Charwoman's Shadow" - Lord Dunsany
I was amazed at how enthralling I found this book, this time around. I tried to read it once before and somehow couldn't get into it - the language felt to archaic and stilted, and somehow this made me feel less invested in the characters. This time around I must just have been ready for it. The language was dense, yes, and a lot was packed into each sentence. I couldn't just skim it. Now I've decided that the language is not archaic - it's gorgeous and lush and funny.
"And all the while as he walked on the darkening hill-side doubts asked him questions and despair hinted replies, which might neither of them ever spoken at all if he had thought to bring some food with him in a satchel."