I’m a fast reader. That’s not boasting. That’s a fact. I kept stats for 2014 and I average one book or 342 pages every three days. (Yes, stats. Like a sport. Competitive reading.)
But those stats hide a lot of variation. I can read a 350-page book in several hours. It can also take me several weeks. The later has been the case with “Death and the Dervish” by Mesa Selimovic. 453 pages long; three weeks and counting.
I admit the trend was fun — for about a week sometime in 2008 — and it did us all a favour by popularizing the supernatural genre (of which many fine examples that do not include vampires can be found), but I’m over vampires.
The best vampire book I ever read was “Dracula”* by Bram Stoker and sometimes I wish it was the only one I ever read.
I heard about National Poetry Month the usual way: my Facebook friends. In this case, my friend Alfred A. Knopf publishing. Why am I friends with Knopf publishing on Facebook? I don’t know. I’m not sure how it happened. (I suspect algorithms.) But I’m not complaining. For National Poetry Month, they published a poem a day on their Facebook feed and it was most educational. Take April 22nd’s offering by Richard Kenney:
What makes women dangerous? Is it sex? Insanity? The ability to beat you to a bloody pulp? Is the ability to wield power with grace and decisiveness? The ability to achieve their nefarious goals sneakily and without detection?