|That morning light and tree-cast shadows|
It was a combination of I-Couldn’t-Put-It-Down and The-Traffic-Is-Stressing-Me-Out that made me whip out the book I’d been reading. I had reached the plot twist, and it was making me antsy. At the climax of most books, I have this bad habit of glancing ahead, wanting to find a word or phrase to lessen the weight of not knowing what’s about to happen… and then I feel guilty the moment I glean exactly that, regretting I did not wait for the proper build up.
I finished it this afternoon. I really liked this book, “Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore” by Robin Sloan (you can find it on my Shelf in the sidebar,) maybe because it hit close to home, despite it bordering on fantasy. Those first couple of pages describing the protagonist, Clay, was painfully familiar, because I saw myself in his shallow day to day; and then his dull life transformed slowly, just when his life needed an upgrade. I’d like to think that sort of thing could happen to me, but then I don’t think I have the curiosity and daring to get involved in an adventure like he did.
Many parts were actually too predictable, too convenient for my taste, especially how each character was set up to respond to Clay’s every obstacle, but it soothed me. The author blended books, languages, technology, a little bit of history (however fictional,) and even knitting (very briefly) — all things I love — so effortlessly and humorously, that I remained in that world for a little bit longer, even hours after putting it down.
Now, all I can think about is immortality…