So, Monday passed about 9 minutes ago. Oops. I really have no excuse to be late with this post. It has been pure procrastination. As a matter of fact, I’ve done nothing but procrastinate. You see, today I had the day off from work and all I did was drink coffee and cross stitch the day away! I did a little sock knitting, too, but mostly I cross stitched.
As some of you know, I am a former Spanish literature professor. It goes without saying that I think reading is a good, worthwhile hobby. So, why not be off topic on a Monday (in the wee hours of Tuesday) and talk about a book I’m reading? The book in question is this one:
I’m obviously reading it in Spanish, but you can read it in English as I’m Travelling Alone. It was originally written in Norwegian, so if you don’t want to read a translation, learn some Norwegian first!
Anyway, over here in Europe it seems like countries are going through a period of excelling at different genres of literature. Spain has been going through a historical novel phase along with TV presenters and journalists writing all sorts of novels, including biographical fiction. Norway, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, and The Netherlands have become famous for their crime and mystery works. I’m Traveling Alone is an example of this literary phenomenon, and as you can see on the cover in my photo, this one has been a bestseller. I’ve purchased it when it isn’t the newest thing out, which made it a lot cheaper.
So far, it’s an intriguing story. I’ve got through the first 100 pages or so. I think what I’m enjoying most about it is that I feel like I know the protagonists personally. That, of course, is impossible because they aren’t real people, but the author has gone through a great deal of trouble to develop the psychology of his main characters. A lot of the beginning of the book isn’t much about the crime that has been committed but rather the two different points of view of the people who will be working together. Another positive aspect about the author is that he has an uncanny gift for capturing the essence of human emotion and people’s mental states. You might think it would be dull to read ten pages of a lonely woman’s thoughts as she pops pills and drinks large quantities of strong alcohol in her home on the sea. In this novel, you find yourself wanting to read more about that. It’s really that good!
I’ve got so into it, in fact, that I started exploring detective shows from Northern Europe on Netflix. I have no idea about the availability of any of them in other countries, but I found one that we spent the whole weekend at home binging on called Broen The Bridge. You can read about it here in this Wikipedia article if you’re interested. The concept for the series is pretty interesting as all of the action unfolds on the border between Denmark and Sweden.
And now it’s time to mentally prepare myself for the real world. Back to work tomorrow! Hi ho hi ho hi ho!