Do you ever get into a quandary of reading a book, then starting a second book and then starting reading a third book, all in the same time frame?
Then I began the fabulous second book in the Marcel Proust epic "Within a Budding Grove."
I admire the story in Proust's works, the narrator, the beautiful language, the words I note down.
The book is part of his "Remembrance of Things Past" or the new translated version of the title which is "In Search of Lost Time." I much prefer the older translation of the title "Remembrance of Things Past". I know French and see why they are now calling it "In Search of Lost Time", a more literal translation. But the other is more poetic and evocative of the themes Proust explores.
The translation I love is by C.K. Scott Moncrieff and Terence Kilmartin. I like that since the books were written in 1900 or so, the words used in the translation are compatible with that period.
So far so good. Reading two books at once is my usual style.
I was captivated by "It's All Greek to Me" by John Mole which my husband recommended and now I am juggling the reading of three books.
Danger if I tackle a fourth. I will be strong. I will not go there.
This third book is quite funny and is written by a man from England who bought a ruined house in a remote area of Greece, and fixed it up with the plan of moving there with his wife and four young children.
Stop me before I pick up a fourth book, please.
I do love to read mysteries and biography, and the Mitford family intrigues me.
Stop the madness.
I pledge to finish reading one of these three before starting another.
Anyone else have this problem? Best wishes to you, dear friends.