Its been a long week but the weekend is finally here. It’s been a pretty good reading week. I finished The Undertaking by Audrey Magee (review here) and Rainey Royal by Dylan Landis (review forthcoming).
This weekend I will be starting into the quarterly reads for one of my bookclubs. The quarterly reads are distinct from our monthly reads in that they must be by Irish authors (the monthly reads can be by authors of any nationality). Its an Irish bookclub so we like to champion Irish authors. The books selected are The International by Glenn Patterson and Dracula by Bram Stoker. I’ve read by Dracula before so I’ve decided to listen to it as an audiobook using the free audiobook service Librivox. I’m looking forward to The International which is set just at the beginning of the civil rights movement (which became the Troubles) in Northern Ireland. I haven’t read many Northern Irish writers so it should be interesting.
For the weekend that’s in it I’m also rereading Persuasion which is my current favourite Jane Austen novel. It contains what I consider to be the greatest love letter in literature.
I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in
I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father’s house this evening or never.
Sigh! If that doesn’t melt your heart you’ve a heart of stone. Now if only I could find my own Captain Wentworth.
What are you’re reading plans for the weekend? Leave a comment below or a link to your own post on your weekend reading plans.