I love books. I just…I really do. There are so many unbelievably fantastic ones out there and even if I read non-stop from this moment until the day I died, I still wouldn’t get to all of them. Which is why whenever I discover a new, amazing book I keep it close and read it over and over again in quick succession, because that makes up for not being able to read every good book, in a small way. And Violins of Autumn is one of those books – the kind of book that I tend to hug (yes, hug) because I love it so dearly. (Did that with Unbroken too.) It’s like Code Name Verity in a lot of ways, but I prefer it to CNV, truth be told. Mainly because of Robbie, who’s even better than Jamie. (*ducks flying tomatoes from Ashley*) Anyway, I’ve read it twice in the short time I’ve owned it, gotten Elisabeth to read it, and I think everyone who likes historical fiction should read it too. It’s is a beautiful book.
As for Other Books that I’ve been reading, there have been a few. The Longest Day mostly, since I have to write a book report on it for my WWII History course – no great hardship there, especially since Cornelius Ryan is such a fantastic writer. I’ve now read all three books in his war trilogy (The Longest Day, A Bridge Too Far, and The Last Battle) and each of them was a five-star read. He has a way of making even the driest of facts and figures interesting, in a completely spellbinding manner. If you went down to my room, you’d probably think I was reading way more than I actually am, because my desk has about three, three-foot tall stacks of books, notebooks, and DVDs. Somewhat embarrassing, but I’m planning on cleaning it out one of these days…
Remember how I mentioned that Dad took us to a thrift store to hunt for books? Well, he also picked up a DVD while we were there – The Ox-Bow Incident – and after reading the synopsis on the back, I knew I had to watch it sometime soon. So, a couple nights ago, the Older Children sat down and watched it, and it was…grim, to say the least. Very depressing, somewhat disturbing, but an amazing piece of film-making (it was nominated for 1943 Best Picture at the Academy Awards, but lost to Casablanca). I’m now a firm Henry Fonda fan, and it was great to see Harry Morgan in another role. (Not-So-Fun-Fun-Fact: Harry Morgan was good friends with Glenn Miller, which I’m sure will make my next viewing of The Glenn Miller Story will be even more heartwrenching, as he plays Chummy.) Movies like The Ox-Bow Incident aren’t the kind of films you can passively watch; you feel all sorts of emotions and you actually have to think. I doubt I’ll watch it again soon, but the impression it left won’t be forgotten easily.
I haven’t really listened to much of anything lately. I’m popping over to the library today to pick up The Glenn Miller Story and Saving Mr. Banks, so I will be serenaded by all different kinds of music soon. I’m really looking forward to that.