Mostly because I have recently taken advantage of all of the summer coupons being disseminated at all of my favorite book-buying haunts to pick up things I've been wanting to read. In addition, I have moved Man About Town by Mark Merlis and Liquor by Poppy Z. Brite onto the immediate reading pile. Go me. *rolls eyes*
Only one novel read so far this week:
Tamsin by Peter S. Beagle
Okay, I admit that the reason this novel took me so long to read was that I kept falling asleep in the middle of it. Now, I know that's not usually a good recommendation of a novel in general, but this one is definitely an exception. Beagle is probably best-known for The Last Unicorn, and, if anything, his prose has become even more rarified, soothing, and wise in the successive years. Tamsin is a ghost story and much more. The heroine, Jenny, a native of New York City, is uprooted and taken to live in Dorset, England, where creatures of mythology and folklore still hang out at night. In the process, she meets Tamsin, the ghost of a young woman from over 300 years ago whom Jenny ultimately helps set free and in the process, well, grows up. This is one of those great books that could be a children's book because there is no questionable material, save for homoerotic, girlish crushes maybe a touch more knowing than they should be (if you disapprove of that sort of thing :P ), but reads far better, due to its complexity, to an adult audience. There is something hopeful, something pure, to Beagle's writing that is utterly precious. He emphatically does not believe in the death of magic and wonder under any circumstances. I'm glad I took the time to read this novel; though Jenny's NYC, teen slang is not always convincing, the humanity that she embodies most certainly is. Read this book when you're looking for something that doesn't leave you feel violated somehow by the end. Utterly satisfying and beautiful.