Sunday, February 14, 2010

Open: An Autobiography

by Andre Agassi.

This was really good. Definitely lives up to the hype. See for yourself here

Little Women

by Louisa May Alcott.

It took me sooooo long to read this, but it was worth it. I read it for the YA challenge, and I must confess, I thought it was boring as hell when I WAS a YA. But I enjoyed this time around.

A tangent: I think Beverly Cleary spoiled me for more complex literature when I first started devouring books. Don't get me wrong, Beverly Cleary is wonderful. Her books are clever, relatable, and devoid of too much description. I read everything she wrote over and over again. When I was around 8 years old, my aunt, seeing my book obsession, gifted me with the Anne of Green Gables series, sure that I would adore it just as much. I'm sure they are very good, but even as an adult I can't get through the first chapter because the writing is lousy with description. My busy brain is disinterested - who cares what every nook of the house looks like, just get to the point of the story.

Little Women is a nice balance of story and description, but it is terribly long. And I didn't cry when Beth died.