|Fog Morning Effect, by Gustave Loiseau|
Past: The Great Gatsby and Parade's End. I've unconsciously stepped into early 20th century literature the past few months, which has been refreshing-- I've been firmly in the 19th for a long while. I'm rather infatuated with Ford Madox Ford's writing.
Present: Moby Dick. Joining in on The Moby Dick Big Read, a 136 day project. The Mill on the Floss, which I began a few months ago and set aside for Parade's End... poor George Eliot that's the second book of hers I've done that to, but don't misunderstand me I really liked Maggie Tulliver's character and the book so far! Also making my way through a collection of Sherlock Holmes.
Future: The Fifth Queen and Villette. The Autumn seems the perfect time to re-read Bronte's Villette.
|Willows in Fog, Gustave Loiseau|
I've started a companion Tumblr to collect my favorite quotes as I read, it's called Nov's Aut.
“Actually, this mist was not silver, or was, perhaps, no longer silver: if you looked at it with the eye of the artist… with the exact eye! It was smirched with bars of purple, of red, of orange, delicate reflections, dark blue shadows from the upper sky where it formed drifts like snow.”