Especially really good books. I'm feeling especially grateful for these because I've been reading a book that I'm going to give up on. Reluctantly, because it is for my Book Club and I feel I owe it to the person who chose it to at least finish it for the discussion.
I don't like to do book reviews that are negative. For one thing, I have a lot of respect for people who are disciplined and dedicated enough to write a book and get it published. Surely, there are people who think it worthwhile, even if it's not my cup of tea.
The Beautiful Catastrophe of Wind by Roger Theodoredis, is my book club selection this month. The member that chose it is very thoughtful about her selections, is a voracious reader and always has two or three books going. I'm curious as to what she saw in this one.
A synopsis: The book takes place in the godforsaken town of Black Rock Mesa where the wind blows incessantly. And, lest we forget, we're reminded of it every.single.paragraph. The.wind.is.blowing.Still.blowing.Blowing.some.more. The characters are a bunch of misfits that end up here for a variety of reasons. The first residents come seeking gold, but evenutally discover that the area is rich with slate. So, they mine slate. Other than a fire-and-brimstone preacher, most of them don't have a lot to say.
For me, BCOW is painful to read. It reminds me of being in a math class, which is excruciating for me, and the teacher keeps saying, let's do one more equation, and my head pounds and I want to cry. It's like being forced to watch paint dry.
The story takes me back to the month I spent one weekend camping in southeastern Utah. The wind never stopped. We would wake up in the morning with our faces -- the only exposed part of our bodies -- coated with fine, red sand. Years, later, we are still finding traces of it in our camping gear.
Last night, after reading this book for about an hour, I went to bed and all I could think of was the dry, barren, windblown landscape. I tossed and turned, and finally got up, grabbed a Nora Roberts book and read for an hour, to wash out the sand. Finally, at long last, the wind died down and I slept.
Today, I am thankful for books. For books I love and even for books I don't so much like.