I finished “From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler” yesterday. To be honest, it’s a quick read as an adult. I’ll post my full thoughts on the book later on, but as I was reading this question popped into my head: could the book be written today?
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Last month, E.L. Konigsburg died. Her name may mean nothing to you, which would be sad for you. Konigsburg wrote “From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.”
That book title may also mean nothing to you, which is incredibly sad for you and makes me question why you’re reading my blog.
See, Mrs. Basil E. Franweiler is one of my all-time favorite books. Reading of Konigsburg’s death made me want to reread the book and gave me an idea for an occasional series of blog posts.
The launch of Bookish.com and a BookRiot post got me thinking about how I discover what books to add to my ever-growing to-read list.
To be honest, I’ve never had that much trouble finding books. I’m friends with enough readers that I have a constant stream of book recommendations coming in. I use Goodreads regularly, and belong to a couple other sites where I find out about new books.
I’m in a book club that meets in real life and one that meets virtually, so that exposes me to some new titles.
For the most part though, I’m filling out the to-read list with Amazon samples of booksfriends tell me about or I’ve heard mentioned on NPR or read about somewhere online. Continue reading
I can never decide if I like short stories. Wait, it’s more like I don’t know if I like collections of short stories. Short stories by themselves are just fine.
I just don’t know how I’m supposed to read collections.
No one I know enjoys crying. Most people I know would likely cringe at even the thought of crying in public. But it happens.
For me, the most embarassing public cries come from entertainment. No, not watching people in movies cry, but crying as a result of entertainment.