on 23 April 2008
It's literary criticism. It's an autobiography. Neither tag ambly describes Maureen Corrigan's "Leave me alone, I'm reading". If I had to compare it to something it would be a book club - the kind of intimate conversation of life and books that book worms share.
Maureen, yes, we're on a first name basis - Maureen talks of three genres, she has read and reread throughout her life: women's extreme-adventure tales, detective fiction, and Catholic Secular-Martyr Tales intermingled with reflections of her life.
And what has this book taught me? That I am not alone in the world. There are other extremist book worms out there. That although reading is a private activity, it can be shared. That I have the power to draw a red thread through my past readings and that it doesn't have to conform with any curriculum or known genres. And above all, that there is plenty more to read. Maureen speak of plenty that I MUST read.
As a complete book obsessive, I also love the idea of reading about other book lovers experiences with books.
In reality though I'm usually disappointed as, inevitably, they like different books to me and particular books mean different things to them and I come away feeling unfulfilled.
However this book was recommended so I thought I'd give it a go.
I liked the introduction and felt that I could connect to the author but very quickly got fed up once the book started. This should have been enjoyable but it wasn't and I stopped reading about a quarter the way thorough.