If I wanted lust-ridden adventures, I'd read Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller, which is one of my favorite books by far.
Plus, I want to keep track of what I've been reading. So I'm posting this more of myself.
Just finished reading:
Skylight Confessions by Alice Hoffman which, to my surprise, was stunning, supernatural, sexual, and so tragic. It reminded me a little of Goldengrove by Francine Prose, but was just really dreamy. Although most people like to dismiss these types of books as irrelevant, and simply nothing more than brain candy, I think the most important quality in literature is not to first educate, or just intellectualize, but to move. It's just arrogant when critics demeans the quality of a body of work because it's not cerebral.
The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
I saw the movie over the summer because I adore Rachel McAdams and Eric Bana with my roomate and her siblings, and even my cold dead heart appreciated the romantic fantasy. The book itself was intriguing and original, and I always stayed away from it beforehand because all my female postmenopausal English teachers adored it (they also revered Jodi Picoult, eh), but this book was rich, and vivid.
Now reading:
Her Fearful Symmetry also by Audrey Niffengger
