The important thing is, I'm meeting new people

I finished The Secret History by Donna Tartt the other night; a sort of academic thriller, I absolutely tore through it. Although it came before any of them, it reminded me very much of several others - Special Topics in Calamity Physics by Marisha Pessl, The Likeness by Tana French, The Magicians by Lev Grossman - and even of Hitchcock’s Rope. I thought it was very good, but the weird morass of time and place threw me. I was constantly confused by the when and a realistic where of the setting. Which I think was the point. And while the characters were richly complex, I didn’t really care for any of them.

But what draws me to these stories is this same group of outsiders who have held each other up to become something larger than themselves. Honestly, I’ve longed to be a part of a group like that, where my innate snobbishness and desire to be better than I am are seen as quirks and things to be sometimes loved, sometimes hated, but always accepted. I will never not read those stories (and if there are any others I should read, let me know).

Now I’m on a search for my next book - I’ve been reading up a storm lately, nine books in the past month (although 6 were part of a sci-fi series with the first only novella-length). Part of it is because I got the new kindle, and there’s nothing like a new gadget to renew my interest in something, but two of those books (NW and The Secret History) I read in actual physical book form, so it’s not just that. My interests go in spurts, so I think I’m just in one of those reading runs; haven’t watched a ton of movies lately (although I have a big backlog of movies to write about).

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