{"id":2840,"date":"2015-07-13T08:30:19","date_gmt":"2015-07-13T08:30:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/?p=2840"},"modified":"2015-07-12T17:20:24","modified_gmt":"2015-07-12T17:20:24","slug":"a-book-at-bed-time-bath-time-bus-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/?p=2840","title":{"rendered":"A book at bed time, bath time, bus time . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_2842\" style=\"width: 394px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/reading.jpg\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2842\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2842\" src=\"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/reading.jpg\" alt=\"J. Theodore Johnson: Chicago Interior 1934\/Smithsonian American Art Museum\/flickr\" width=\"384\" height=\"320\" srcset=\"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/reading.jpg 384w, https:\/\/damesnet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/07\/reading-300x250.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 384px) 100vw, 384px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2842\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">J. Theodore Johnson: Chicago Interior 1934\/Smithsonian American Art Museum\/flickr<\/p><\/div>\n<p>I can clearly remember learning to read. It was agony. The summer before I was due to start school, I was introduced to a little primer and began the arduous process of sounding out letters. I laboured so long over one of the pages that I learnt it off by heart. Cue great excitement among the adults, until they turned the page, and of course I couldn\u2019t decipher a word of that one. Then, a few days later, something clicked, brain and eyes fell into alignment, and I was away. (Sadly, after ten years of trying to learn to read music, I\u2019m still waiting for that click.)<\/p>\n<p>As with many of the things that children are encouraged to learn \u2013 walking, talking \u2013 I pretty soon managed to turn it into an annoyance: never there when I was wanted, never answering when I was called, because I was deep in a book.<\/p>\n<p>The first book that I remember reading was <em>Our Island Story<\/em>, by Henrietta Marshall. I gather it\u2019s now considered to be the most appalling load of jingoistic eyewash, but I was enthralled. Here were clear-cut goodies and baddies, and jewel-like coloured plates, including a heart-rending picture of the princes in the tower, complete with flaxen curls and tears glistening in the corners of their eyes while an axeman type lurked on the stone steps outside their chamber. The only problem was, grown-ups kept telling me to close the book and go outside to enjoy the summer sunshine and fresh air!<\/p>\n<p>In the weeks between school and university (is summer reading always the most vivid?), I read <em>The Lord of the Rings<\/em> and the <em>Gormenghast<\/em> trilogy and emerged blinking into the real world in late September, trying to readjust. I don\u2019t care if intellectual snobs sneer at <em>The Lord of the Rings<\/em> \u2013 I maintain it\u2019s well-written, full of subtleties and surprises: the social satire about the Sackville-Bagginses, and the chillingly pervasive unease that swirls around the ride to Bree.<\/p>\n<p>But I stopped having a book on the go when I had small children, a job \u2013 and a short commute. It was all I could do to finish the Sunday papers over the week. Luckily a kind neighbour rescued me by inviting me to join her book group, but it took me a while to build up my reading speed and stamina again.<\/p>\n<p>In fact, work is the curse of the reading classes. A colleague, noticing me putting my book in bag in the lift one day, said: \u2018It\u2019s terrible, isn\u2019t it: that moment when you have to close your book and put it away for the rest of the day?\u2019 But the corollary of that is the feeling of release and intense pleasure when you get it out again on the way home and slip back into the narrative.<\/p>\n<p>So, as it\u2019s a good few weeks since<span style=\"color: #005780;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\"><span style=\"color: #000080;\"> dames<\/span>net<\/span><\/strong> <\/span>had a list, here are five books that have stayed with me. No doubt I\u2019ve read others that are as well-written, or more ambitious, but these are the ones from which scenes and words continually come back to me.<\/p>\n<p><em>South Riding<\/em>, Winifred Holtby. Fantastic female characters, and who knew local government could be so interesting? (I can\u2019t help thinking that if she\u2019d been a man, this would have taken its place in \u2018the Canon\u2019.)<\/p>\n<p><em>Ingenious Pain<\/em>, Andrew Miller. The first time I\u2019ve cried at a book since Beth\u2019s demise in Louisa May Alcott\u2019s <em>Good Wives<\/em> over half a century ago.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Great Meaulnes<\/em>, Alain Fournier. The enchantment never fails.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Divided Kingdom<\/em>, Rupert Thompson. Britain in a dystopian future \u2013 deeply moving yet not without humour, all told in Thompson\u2019s enigmatic, deadpan prose.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Handmaid\u2019s Tale<\/em>, Margaret Attwood. No explanation needed.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m always on the look-out for undiscovered titles, so please send us your nominations for \u2018damesbooks\u2019.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the most appalling load of jingoistic eyewash . . . <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":2842,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2,55,53],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2840"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2840"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2840\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2844,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2840\/revisions\/2844"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2842"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2840"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2840"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/damesnet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2840"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}