For a child who is physically daring, Michael is a scaredy cat. He was terrified of our pumpkin for Halloween and it could only be deployed for about half an hour before we had to abandon the effort in the face of his terror*. He still points to the windowsill and says “Pumpkin, scared” even though it has now been taken away and incinerated by the bin men. It also extends to a fear of pumpkins on the street or the supermarket. He is scared of the wolf music for “Peter and the Wolf”. He is scared of me, if I pretend to tickle him. He quite likes being tickled, it’s when I wave my fingers about in the air that he gets nervous and has to bury his head in my shoulder and tremble.
NaBloPoMo – H is for Heyer, Hustvedt and Hornby.
H is a fruitful letter. Georgette Heyer is my favourite author. I am not exactly proud of this but I am proud to be at an age where I can admit it. I read my first Georgette Heyer on a camping holiday with my family when I was 12 or 13. My mother remembers me pumping up air mattresses with my nose deep in a book. I remember sneaking round to the back of the tent to be left in peace to finish off “The Reluctant Widow”. I can still remember my surprise and shock when the heroine married the hero. “But she hated him” I thought to myself. I had much to learn in the ways of romantic fiction.
I only like Georgette Heyer’s regency romances, not her historical novels or her detective fiction. I have read these books so many times that the plots are horribly familiar, alas. But still, I suspect I shall read them many, many more times, at least there are about 20 of them so I can alternate my pleasures. If you care, my favourite is “Cotillion”.
Siri Hustvedt is probably my next favourite author in an entirely different way. Whereas Georgette Heyer is a comfortable old pair of slippers, Siri Hustvedt is a slinky black dress. Her books are really, really interesting. I come away from them bubbling with excitement, full of new and interesting ways of thinking about things and desperate to talk about them. She writes beautifully. I took “What I Loved” to hospital with me when the Princess was born. I can’t imagine ever finding a Siri Hustvedt book disappointing.
Nick Hornby completes the H trio. I like Nick Hornby’s books. They’re entertaining and readable. I would always buy a new Nick Hornby but I probably wouldn’t be rushing to reread the old ones.
Any H suggestions? Tomorrow we will have, wait for it, i.
*On reading this post, my husband said that he thought only George Bush was allowed to use the word “terror” that often in one phrase.
I seem to have missed C so I am going to suggest Michael Cunningham since his book is called The Hours. I am cheating but I so loved that book that it’s worth it. I hope I am not penalized.
You converted me to Nick Hornby before. I’ve really enjoyed reading him…
How about Khaled Hosseini? I know he’s a bit trendy (not that you’re *not* clearly)and all book groups are jumping on the bandwagon but “The Kite Runner” was probably my favourite read of 2006 and I am so looking forward to reading “A Thousand Splendid Suns” – so much in fact that I am saving it up. I’ve bought it already but I don’t want to rush at it and spoil it. (I appreciate that this makes me sound sad).
Also I am sort of a fan of Joanne Harris. I thought “Chocolat”, “Five Quarters of an Orange” and “Blackberry Wine” were really enjoyable and well written then I disliked the next 2 or 3 intensely – “Coastliners” was dire – but I have recently read “Gentlemen & Players” and thoroughly enjoyed it…
I do love Hustvedt and Hornby, but have never read any Heyer. (However lots of bloggers I respect love Georgette so I may have to give her a go.) I definitely prefer Siri to her much-vaunted husband Paul Auster.
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