I was trying not to plan, I really was, but so many lovely possibilities have been appearing.
I really should have known that I couldn’t resist the invitation to read all things dark for R.eaders I.mbibing P.eril VII at Stainless Steel Droppings. I’m starting with the book I meant to read last time around – Thérèse Raquin by Émile Zola – and then I’m going to see which of so many other possible books call the loudest.
September in Paris comes courtesy of Annette at Impressions in Ink, and what a lovely idea. I have so many books that I couldn’t fit in to Paris in July, I have A Novel Bookstore by Laurence Grosse in my library pile, and I have read one book already – The Confidant by Hélène Grémillon.
And then there’s Gothic in October. Far too many wonderful possibilities, but I’m planning classics from the 18th, 19th and 20th centuries with o at Délaissé. A Sicilian Romance by Ann Radcliffe, Dracula by Bram Stoker and Treveryan by Angela Du Maurier are the books I have in mind. I’m planning a James a Day (M R James) with Jean at Howling Frog Books too.
I’m thinking that will sit nicely with Romanticism in Autumn, with Martina at House of Bronze. I’ve been meaning to reread the Bronte books I know – Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall – and then move on to the book I don’t. It won’t all happen this autumn of course, but it’s time to make a start.
Time for a little poetry and a little art too.
I suspect that I’m planning more than I can possibly read. But better to always have a book or two in mind …
Or three …