Real life leaves muddy footprints across my reading proclivities smudging out the words and meanings. But for moaning, another blog.
So, I haven't read much. I feel properly ignorant, thank you very much. This feeling is corroborated by gormless gaping when people talk anything that is not tumblr cat gifs. Or Loki.
But the last book to be read, and re-read, and loved was this:
Tales from Ovid.
And it is fantabulous.
I wrote an essay on the epic form. A rather stimulating academic exercise. And during my research, chanced upon this. Our Uni library has the dramatised version of this book, which is even better in some ways. But then I got this one.
The stories are extraordinary and then Hughes' poetry. I'm sorry I can't quote any lines at the moment. All my books are boxed as I sit in a friend's house. And my memory has folded its arms and shaken its head in dissent, leaving me with no other option.
But if I come back to it later, will put up quotes.
How highly recommended. As highly as can be. Great stories, great telling, great play of language, great drama! Loan it/ own it already!
Love :)
