It has been a busy month. Between CRjrs, work, attending city council meetings for a neighborhood issue (wow: city government = time suck), health issues (not mine, but somebody's who is dear to me), and various and other sundry, what little system I had in this house is gone. Also, I keep stepping on Legos everywhere, which is not conducive to productivity.
This is a very long-winded way of saying that I have lost my library copy of Nick Hornby's collection of essays The Polysyllabic Spree somewhere in my house.
So I'm not quite sure what to ask this morning. I thoroughly enjoyed last week's discussion of what makes an essay.
Let's see, can I keep it general? How about this:
This is a book of essays about books. Did Hornby's essays make you want to read or re-read any specific books or authors? Why or why not?
For myself I must admit that his writing about Dickens (and how much he loves him) almost made me wonder if I should try another Dickens. But then I remembered that I still haven't recovered from slogging through Great Expectations in high school. It may take a few more decades.
Please let us know in the comments if Hornby's writing on writing spurred you to consider any new reading!