So it's been six weeks or more since I posted here, in large part because I found that most of the hits I was getting were coming from "girls-girls-girls" sorts of portals and that was just gross and icky and disquieting. Should that happen again and any such visitors be reading this, just stop. Go away. Look at yourselves in the mirror and just, well, be better people.
It's not like there's any reason for any rational person to want to read my meanderings anyway. I thought I'd just stop posting entirely, but it is a handy place to keep track of my reading and to post the occasional recipe or other bit of nonsense that I, personally, might want to find again so, for the time being I'm going to continue here.
This evening I make the extra effort of actually writing something because I feel compelled to record just how little I thought of A House in the Country which seems to be a favorite of every other person on the internet who posts about Persephone Books they have read. I found it dull, unrealistic, preachy, and smug. It may not make my top ten worst books of all time, but it certainly has a shot at the top one hundred.
Which was disappointing as the other shot-in-the-dark Persephone on my last order, Guard Your Daughters, was truly terrific. Unexpected and fun and clever and amusing and somewhat insightful without making a fuss about itself. It was good enough to offset the disappointment of the Jocelyn Playfair nonsense. I imagine that's what keeps me ordering from Persephone. That, and the fact that their most recent Biannual (No. 24) includes an extensive article about cooking with a haybox.
Should I wonder in the future, yes, I am deliberately not posting about the world at large.
