* not yet finished. "The Trees" for example is clumsy and badly written so I'll leave it I think.
*1] Entangled Life - Merlin Sheldrake
2] King Leopold's Ghost - Adam Hochschild
*3] Middlesex - Jeffrey Eugenides
*4] The Trees - Percival Everett
5] Priestdaddy - Patricia Lockwood
6] Ministry for the Future - Kim Stanley Robinson
7] The Examined Life - Stephen Grosz
I loved Priestdaddy, hope you enjoyed? Not read Entangled Life but I know it's highly thought of among fungus people.
1/45 - Katherine Angel - Tomorrow Sex Will Be Good Again (re-read)
2/45 - Martin Lux - Anti-Fascist (re-read)
3/45 - Hannah Kent - Burial Rites
4/45 - Margaret Atwood - The Robber Bride (re-read)
5/45 EP Thompson - The Making of the English Working Class
Finally finished the bugger. Took enough of a break from reading it that when I got on to the postscript and the bit where he's answering criticisms of the book from other historians, I was sort of thinking "oh yes, the Methodists, I vaguely remember them coming up at some point." Having finished one that's been on my to-read pile for years, I've now gone even further and dug out one that I attempted to read about a decade ago and then promptly gave up very fast:
Henry James - The Princess Casamassima
Mentioned to a friend that I'd tried to read it once and given up and she said that she'd never been able to get on with James' long sentences, and I can see what she means, here's a sample pair of James sentences:
He had thought it best to ascertain first whether the person in charge of the child would be willing to bring him, such a course being perfectly optional, and he had had some talk with Mrs Bowerbank on the subject, in which it was agreed between them that if she would approach Miss Pynsent and explain to her the situation, leaving her to do what she thought best, he would answer for it that the consent of the governor of the prison should be given to the interview. Miss Pynsent had lived for fourteen years in Lomax Place, and Florentine had never forgotten that this was her address at the time she came to her at Newgate (before her dreadful sentence had been commuted) and promised, in an outgush of pity for whom she had known in the days of her honesty and brightness, that she would save the child, rescue it from the workhouse and the streets, keep it from the fate that had swallowed up the mother.
And so on, and on, and on.
