Reading

What I Read: October 2020

I read a whopping 3 books and two of those were rereads.

An Old-Fashioned Girl by Louisa May Alcott. I just was not feeling the fiction I had from the library, and I really wanted a comfort read.

Busman’s Honeymoon by Dorothy Sayers. I dragged out this one since August. Not sure I was in the right frame of mind.

Talking to Strangers: What We Should Know About the People We Don’t Know by Malcolm Gladwell. Not sure how to process this. The first story, didn’t make sense with the title, but the next explanation of his process and the next story, I started to think, “Ok, this is about how we don’t read people nearly as well as we thought.”

Eventually the stories started being about his analysis of the stories and what went wrong but wasn’t really tied to his point, and these stories were trigger warning crime scandals we’ve all heard of, so basically horrid events that I could see less and less a connection with his alleged thesis. And I don’t see how the suicide and coupling one had even the reading people aspect of it at.

Then I wasn’t so convinced of his alleged point, what even he meant By the end, I was wondering “What is this about, where is the point?” and feeling nasty for those stories. By the end of the book I’d forgotten the alleged thesis, it was so off track. He had a small section trying to tie his disparate side thesis or rather other peoples theses he had been exploring to the reading people bit, but it all felt random and nothing was really explained. So allegedly we misread people and don’t realize it, have a nice life. There was absolutely no hope or help besides the not really having a point most of the time

I had some perspectives/stats/theories (the drinking and suicide and coupling) that were interesting and good to learn, but know I don’t think I am convinced of all those (for this nondrinker the blackout stuff was enlightening), and again, those were side theories not the alleged main point of the book. I would not recommend. I think someone so high in esteem should write more responsibly about serious subjects. I was interested in reading more of his work, now I’m not going to.

 

4 Comments

    • Livia Rose

      I have less time, I think, but I still waste tons of it one the internet aimlessly scrolling or clicking, that is why I’m not happy with the amount of books read.

      I feel like when I expect nothing, I’m happily surprised and when I expect a good movie, book, etc. I’m more likely to be disappointed, whether or not disappointment is merited (as in this case) or whether my expectations are too high.

  • Elizabeth

    Rereading books is honestly better than reading new ones sometimes. You can always count on them to be good when a new one disappoints you. And comfort reads are always amazing.

    • Livia Rose

      Yes, it is amazing, I’m just on number #3 and #4 of reading lots of them and I’m afraid that I won’t find more books I love.

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