Hooray for public libraries! Hooray for living in a country where I speak the language!
Since I’m off the knitting AND since we now live in the US, my intake of reading has skyrocketed.
With all the stress and frustration of moving to a new place, my biggest joy and consolation has been the Loudoun County Public Library. I’ve done so much at the library! I’ve registered to vote (HOORAY!). I’ve volunteered to teach English. I’ve played with LEGO, made a bunny out of little melted plastic beads, and other fun kids’ activities with the boys. I’ve also attended a seminar on getting back into the work force after a gap in your career.
All this… FOR FREE!
And of course, I have borrowed books. Mountains of books! Cascades of books!
Okay so maybe not *that* many. But it feels like a whole world has been opened up to me that I was missing when we lived in Germany. While my German is pretty darn good, I could never read more than children’s story books in German.
Now, I’ve rekindled my love affair with the written word. And it feels soooo good. I’ve even branched out a bit! I’m a big reader of novels, but since joining the local library I’ve read one history book and now I’m reading Malcolm Gladwell’s Blink. It feels good to try new things.
I’ve also got a little idea for a business germinating, and I know where I’ll go for resources and books to help me develop it…
That’s right. The library.
Check out my Goodreads button in the right-hand menu to see what I’ve been reading.
How often do you see parents reading at the playground anymore? Or chatting amongst themselves? Or even looking at their phones?
Not much, I’d guess.
I’ve spent a few months in the US, and the experience of going to the playground is entirely different here.
In Germany, parents would congregate in one area of the playground. Grownups would stand around chatting with each other, occasionally helping a child out, kissing a booboo or intervening when children’s interactions came to tears.
Otherwise, though, parents mainly talked amongst themselves, leaving the kids to do their thing.
Here, it’s completely different.
In the last few months of visiting various playgrounds in our new town, the only parents I have chatted with have been almost exclusively Germans. I’ve only had a nice conversation with one American Mom.
Most of the time I find myself sitting on a bench by myself, watching my kids play.
The other day, I realized what’s happening.
Parents aren’t interacting with each other because they’re too busy entertaining their kids.
Longing for playground socializing
As a newcomer to the area, I thought taking my kids to the playground would be a great way to meet other parents. Not so.
Small chats do happen, and people aren’t unfriendly. But most folks are so busy with their kids that they won’t stop long to talk.
At first it made me wonder if I was doing something wrong or somehow neglecting my children. Then I looked around and spotted my boys, one happily playing on the slides, another dangling upside-down from the monkey bars. They were fine.
They didn’t want or need me to entertain them. And frankly, I wasn’t much interested in the monkey bars.
So now I bring my book
Perhaps it makes me look antisocial, sitting there reading. I try to glance up regularly to look around and see if there are any other parents hankering for a good old-fashioned playground chat.
If you see me reading at the playground, don’t worry about interrupting. Chances are, I’d welcome the opportunity to meet someone new.
Okay, so the 200th anniversary of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice was actually back on January 28th. However, as it is such an important novel I’m going to make it okay to celebrate the book and its author all throughout 2013. Yes, I can do that. (They’re doing it in the UK so it’s allowed, okay??)
“Oh no, another chick who is crazy about Jane Austen,” you say?
Yes. Yes, I am crazy about Jane Austen. My most prized possession is a 1975 London Folio Society box set of her complete works. I have read them all at least once, and most I have read more than once. Persuasion is my very favorite, though of course Pride and Prejudice is the acknowledged masterpiece.
As anyone who loves costume dramas knows, there have been numerous dramatizations of Pride and Prejudice (some better than others, I suspect). Who could forget Bridget Jones’ Diary? (Yes, in case you didn’t know, that is based on Pride and Prejudice like Clueless is based on Emma.) The most recent film adaptation stars Keira Knightley and Matthew Macfadyen (not my favorite) and perhaps the most popular version (and what set off the latest Jane Austen craze) is the BBC’s 1995 TV adaptation starring Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle.
Over the past year (since April 9, 2012), the classic has inspired the online YouTube series The Lizzie Bennet Diaries. I stumbled across this series via Facebook and spent almost an entire afternoon watching the 5-minute videos from the first episode. The vlogging (that’s “video blogging”) setting gets old pretty quickly (especially when you watch them all in quick succession), but it’s a clever and fun way to bring Pride and Prejudice to life for a modern audience.
But what, you may ask, is it about this novel that makes it so enduringly popular? Many like to say it’s the romance. Even Henry James apparently complained at the end of the 19th century that people (read: women) were reading Austin for the romance. I have to admit that I was disappointed to read the BBC’s emphasis on the romantic side of the story in their coverage of the 200th anniversary.
Austen’s novels, Pride and Prejudice especially, are more than romance novels or the origins of what naysayers call “chick lit”. They are, in essence, comedies, which in the Shakespearian tradition end with a wedding. They are far more subtle, though, than most comedies and chick lit. They are written with an undercurrent of social commentary and with fabulous wit, intelligence and insight.
If you were to actually pick up Pride and Prejudice, you would immediately realize that Austen possessed an incredible understanding of human nature, and was blessed with the genius to convey her insights in engaging language. Who cannot sympathize when Elizabeth Bennet says, “Till this moment, I never knew myself”? Without being pedantic or preachy, Austen gives Elizabeth (and us) a lesson in self-understanding to which most readers can relate.
So if up to now you have rejected Pride and Prejudice as “chick lit” or a romance novel, I encourage you to try reading the first three chapters (they’re short). Yes, the romantic story of love thwarted and then resolved is there, but it acts as a vehicle for so much more. Read it for the wit (because it really is funny), and read it as a testament to the value of good, strong understanding of self and others.
And in case you were wondering, yes. I am re-reading Pride and Prejudice right now. Whee!