I do this thing where I read more than one book at a time—I almost can’t help it. I can be very restless, and it’s very difficult to get me to do only one thing at once. I must always be moving or doing something engaging. I’m like my mother that way (if she’s watching TV, it’s imperative that she fold laundry or work on lesson plans, or something related to that). Having two different books going always gives me the option to switch if I need a change or am in a certain mood.
So, anyways, right now I’m reading two books:
Madame Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert
The Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson
These books are so very different, not only in content but in the way I am reading them. My copy of Madame Bovary is a tattered paperback that my grandma let me borrow (it’s her favorite novel). It’s the story of a very miserable wife of a doctor, who decides that prostitution is much better than her boring married life. Flaubert, a Frenchman, wrote this book in 1856. I’m loving it so far—maybe because I’m extremely partial to the way he writes—but I can’t wait to finish it.
The Devil in the White City is on my Kindle. I’ve been anxious to read this for quite awhile, actually, and am excited to actually be doing so. It’s a story about both Daniel Burnham, the architect for the Chicago World’s Fair in 1893, and Dr. H.H. Holmes, a serial killer who murdered people in a “Murder Castle.” Also loving this so far!