Like a child riding a carousel reaching for the coveted brass ring, the Wheel of Time has spun ’round to Teaser Tuesday.
Just in case you don’t know, Teaser Tuesday is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by A Daily Rhythm. Anyone can play along! All you have to do is grab the book you’re currently reading, open to a random page and share a few sentences from that page. But make sure you don’t share any spoilers!*
*I wish I could take credit for this introduction, but I shamelessly stole it from Heather over at bitsnbooks. To help me make amends, you should go check out her blog.
This week’s book is Anna Karenina by Leo Tolsoty. My particular copy is from 1940, so the title is spelled “Anna Karenine” and the author is “Leo Tolstoi.” This classic has been on my to-read list for a while; I was given a copy last summer by my English teacher colleague cleaning out duplicates from her library.
The Truly Random Number Generator send us to page 75:
"By the way," said Karénine, "I have brought you some money. I am sure you must need some; one cannot support the household on nightingales' songs!"
Oh, the questions this selection raises! Who is Karénine talking to? Why do they need money? Will they accept? Why or why not?
Guess I’ll just have to keep reading to find out!
The 1940s were a different time for cover art . . .
I gave Henry Matisse: Rooms with a View by Shirley Blum 4 stars. I found it interesting and informative; as a colorblind person, I appreciated Blum’s descriptions of the paintings and her analysis of them – especially the more abstract ones. I love art, but find it difficult to see and/or understand at times.
Perhaps that’s why I like the Renaissance artists and their brilliant use of color so much.
Notre-Dame, 1914. Oil on Canvas, 147 x 98 cm
French Window at Collioure, 1914. Oil on canvas, 116.5 x 89 cm
Violinist at the Window, 1918. Oil on canvas, 150 x 98 cm
When asked why he painted tomatoes blue, he [Matisse] replied: Because I see them that way, and I cannot help it if no one else does.
[Attack] the hard place, the rock from which you either discover a new horizon, or destroy the canvas.
– Marguerite Matisse
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What have you been reading?