Where in The World Are You During January and February 2014

Happy New Year!

I am in Iceland finding out The Fish Can Sing, in Trenton, New Jersey with Four To Score and also in New York City reading The October List.

i just left minnesota and toronto (telling: a memoir of rape and recovery and in the skin of the lion, respectively) and am now in late 14th century poland, reading a friend's manuscript that will hopefully be published as book called "honor" sometime this year.

I'm in Brazil, reading Gabriela by Jorge Amado.

I am in Sudan reading Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih, in medieval Norway reading The Axe by Sigrid Undset, in medieval Spain reading Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes, in Brazil reading Soulstorm by Clarice Lispector and The Devil to Pay in the Backlands by Joao Guimaraes Rosa, in Argentina reading All Night Movie by Alicia Borinsky, and Hungary reading The Adventures of Sinbad by Gyula Krudy. I just left Russia last night.

#4 Wow, you have a lot of books going at once. I can only manage one or two (fiction and a nonfiction). But what caught my eye is that I just started reading Season of Migration too, and Sigrid Undset is one of my favorite authors.

Wow again! I can't read that many books at once. I'm still trying to find a copy of The Devil to Pay in the Backlands, I really enjoyed The Adventures of Sindbad, and, like Sassy, I'm intrigued by The Axe and another series by Sigrid Undset.

I like reading one book at a time, but I'm having trouble concentrating and keep switching. It doesn't help that as soon as I finish one I feel like I get to reward myself by starting another.

The Axe is okay, but it's telling that I've been reading it for a couple months. Once I start it grabs me, but I keep not picking it up again. It has the same enchanting medieval Norway as Kristin Lavransdattar.

I'm mostly done with Season of Migration. It starts with a young man's return to Sudan from college in the UK. No Longer at Ease by Chinua Achebe had a similar situation, but the novels have drastically different tones and themes. From my poor memory, Achebe gives us a tormented soul, but Salih's character seems perfectly well adjusted. Of course I'm not done with the novel yet though. I also like Salih's character, I don't remember liking Achebe's.

Edit- Okay, never mind about that well adjusted part.

I've just followed The Road through the Wall in suburban California -- not very global in all senses!

I am in Japan which is South of the Border, West of the Sun, Harlem realizing that the future holds The fire Next Time, and also in Trenton, New Jersey knowing I need Four To Score.

i'm near florence with the english patient and his nurse

I just spent an hour in Village and Forest with the messenger.

Just left Anchorage and other
Alaskan sites with Dana Stabenow's A Taint in the Blood a summer chase -- not a flake of snow in it.
Moved into various Jewish sites, mostly medieval, mostly European, in Gershom Scholem's "Kabbalah and its Symbolism".

I'm accompanying five doomed Frenchmen in the year 1914.

Visiting Nigeria, reading Purple Hibiscus.

I'm visiting Sudan during the Season of Migration to the North.

I am still in New Jersey waiting for Four To Score, and now also in Paris in Giovanni's Room and in Brazil searching for the Epitaph of a Small Winner.

I'm flying across Patagonia on a Night Flight.

>17 hemlokgang: - oh, giovanni's room!!! *love*

Just came back from a trip home to Philadelphia. The car ride gave me a chance to read a few books geared for middle school students that have been on my to read list. I began with Jerry Spinelli's Maniac Magee in Norristown, PA headed down to Louisiana in Jewell Parker Rhodes' Sugar and arrived in Spokane with Sherman Alexie's The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. So now that I feel I had gotten somewhere on my list all of you have given me goodies to begin a new one!

I thought The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian was very good. What did you think?

I am in Kate Mosse's intense world of the Citadel of Carcassone during the Second World War, when loves and loyalties are tested.

I was impressed with and enjoyed The Absolutely true Diary of a Part-Time Indian. It certainly captured the trials of adolescence. I liked the warmth of the humour.

I have left Pushkin Hills and headed to Finland to observe the games of The Rabbit Back Literature Society.

I just left French colonial Gabon in Simenon's Tropic Moon.

I'm in Seattle wondering, Where'd you go, Bernadette?

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I'm in occupied Iran (Shiraz in the southwest) during World War II. (A Persian Requiem)

was just in france with emma and clem in blue is the warmest color

I've just left a lovely Homage to Barcelona, but unfortunately I've landed in a French village in 1914 at the start of The Great War.

sorry, i'm back in america, in connecticut and new york, with one of my favorite books revolutionary road.

I'm in two places at the same time: in 16th Century Blackfriars London avoiding the witch hunt with Diana and Matthew in Shadow of Night by Deborah Harkness, and in 16th Century Cinque Terre on the Italian Riviera, reading The Cornuta Curse for the umpteenth time looking for typos. I recently published The Cornuta Curse as an ebook and have it available for free as a members giveaway for Reading Globally group members interested in Italy.

I am (coincidentally) in both pre-WWII Berlin (The Teleportation Accident, physical book) and pre-WWII Czechoslovakia (The Glass Room, audiobook); adding some variety by being in a strange alternate universe (Black Wine, Kindle).

I've just left a Showdown in early 20th century Brazil.

I'm in A Place of Greater Safety in France on the eve of the revolution.

I'm trapped in New Orleans in the aftermath of Katrina for Five Days at Memorial by Sheri Fink. It's impossible to put down and when reading it, I allegedly can't hear people talking to me.

Just spent some rather hallucinatory time in the murk and mire of early 20th-century London, courtesy of Joseph Conrad's The Secret Agent.

And now I am at that point where I've started so many books I don't know which ones I'm actually reading anymore. I'll try to use this list to finish the ones I've started before beginning new ones.

I am definitely in Germany reading The Glass Bees, Hungary reading The Adventures of Sinbad, Spain reading Don Quxiote, and China reading Three Kingdoms.

I've left Norway momentarily because The Axe was due back at the library.

I may or may not be in England with A Question of Upbringing, Sense and Sensibility, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, and The House of Doctor Dee; Macondo with One Hundred Years of Solitude; Nigeria with Arrow of God; Brazil with The Passion According to G.H. and The Devil to Pay in the Backlands; Uruguay with Panic Signs; and Argentina with Dreams of the Abandoned Seducer.

I have survived my journey through the Forest of a Thousand Daemons in Nigeria.

I'm in Utah, USA, reading Desert Solitaire: a Season in the Wilderness by Edward Abbey.

i'm about 45 pages into oryx and crake and am not yet sure where in the world i am! america, australia, canada, the uk? one of those, i suppose, near a coast or large lake and in the near future.

I'm about to dive into David Whish-Wilson's handsome book about Perth (the West Australian Perth).

Finished trekking between Tokyo and Fukuoka in La promesse de l'ombre (The Third Lady), a police book (can't think of the English word for this genre right now) while on the plane. I also visited Venice as I started and finished Thomas Mann's La mort a Venise (Death in Venice). A productive plane ride!

I'm in England reading a Testament of Youth in the years leading up to and through WWI.

I'm in South Africa, puzzling over a Double Negative.

I've been disturbed by the Autobiography of a Corpse in Soviet Russia.

I'm beating the crowds due later on this year, and heading off to Braziiiiil!!! - Futebol: The Brazilian Way of Life.

I've observed The Radiance of the King in Guinea.

I spent some time with a Norwegian by Night and then spent Five Days at Memorial in New Orleans.

Now in Sierra Leon reading A Long Way Gone

19th-century England, reading The Meaning of Night: a Confession by Michael Cox

I'm in 1950s Montreal, observing The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz with glee.

#52> Glad to know you're enjoying that. I remember the movie with great fondness.

I'm roaming the former Comintern countries looking for a Tomb for Boris Davidovich.

I'm in Cardiff being a Rubbernecker....

I'm lounging on an island off the coast of Sweden, reading The Summer Book, and remembering times spent with my own grandmother at the family cabin.

In the Antilles on The Island Beneath The Sea.

At the moment it's summer and I'm staying at a dacha outside of Moscow in Blagie namerenija (Good intentions), my first book by Alexandra Marinina, one of Russia's most popular contemporary writers.

I've left New Grub Street in 1880s London and enjoyed my journey to the Tent of Miracles in late 19th/early 20th century Bahia.

I am in Nigeria regarding Americanah, in New Hampshire being treated by Doctor Sleep, and also in Brazil seeking the Epitaph of a Small Winner.

I've just explored The Beast Within in 1869/70 France.

Was just in the Vietnam War via Takeshi Kaiko's Into a Black Sun.

In Sweden - following The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out Of The Window And Disappeared.

Today I had four hours of free time while substitute teaching so I got to read 200 pages of my book which allowed me to finish the fantastic, Ayako Miura's Lady Gracia: A Samurai Wife's Love, Strife and Faith which takes place in late 1500's Japan. Hope to review this soon on my thread.

Have left Texas (No Country For Old Men) behind, and am now on The Road to Ein Harod in Israel.

In Barcelona, intrigued to know how dark and dangerous is The Angel's Game as played by Carlos Ruis Zafon.

I've been in 19th century France, mostly Paris, exploring The Human Comedy: Selected Stories.

Finland now, with My First Murder.

I've done a little world traveling since my last check in. I spent some time in the Upstairs Room with two Jewish sisters in WWII Holland, then skipped back in time to see how Life Goes On in 1920s Germany. Across the Channel in England I read Miss Buncle's Book then joined the wives of men in the Resistance in a Welch valley. Returning to England, I contemplated The Picture of Dorian Gray and then back to Holland for a little Comedy in a Minor Key. I spent today in Labrador, Canada with some young people on the cusp of a new adulthood in The Chrysalids.

I can't keep up with The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared. He has been to so many places during his long life of coincidence and happenstance...that the novelty is wearing off for me. I am certainly tired. Which is a shame. Am cheating and spending Thirteen Hours with Deon Meyer in South Africa whilst I take a rest.

I have been immersed in The African Trilogy in Nigeria from the turn of the 19th century through the 1950s.

I'm in New York City, reading Eternal Curse on the Reader of These Pages by Manuel Puig. I'm enjoying the novel, but I was a little disappointed to realize it was set in NYC, as, considering the author, I was hoping for a trip to Argentina.

i'm all over the solar system - earth, mars, and venus so far - with carl sagan in cosmos.

*fascinating.*

I am in Post-Katrina New Orleans in Hell or High Water by Anne Mather.

Going around the world after whales!

In New Hampshire consulting Doctor Sleep moving between Jamaica and New York as Harry Belafonte sings My Song: A Memoir.

I've been in pre-revolutionary Paris watching the intrigue of The Queen's Necklace.

I just finished A Blade of Grass by Lewis DeSoto, set in an area near the border in South Africa.

Since my last check in, I've been in Uganda with the War Brothers, in outer space for the Old Man's War with The Ghost Brigades, and on Janus Island off the coast of Western Australia manning The Light Between Oceans. This morning I left Kent, England where An Incomplete Revenge introduced me to more WWI nuances.

I've just explored the reasons why Home Is the Sailor on the coast of Brazil at the turn of the 19th century, in the 1920s, and the 1960s.

I'm in Mendocino County, northern California, USA -- Anderson Valley, to be exact, reading the self-published historical novel The Five O'Clock Cake by Joan Sawyer Bloyd. Bloyd lived in Anderson Valley most of her life, and I have lived here since 2008.

I'm now in an isolated valley in Iceland spending time with some Independent People.

I am bouncing between Germany, Switzerland and Israel while reading...or should I say painting...The Canvas, and simultaneously in New Hampshire and Iowa consulting Doctor Sleep, while also bouncing between Jamaica and the USA while Harry Belafonte sings My Song: A Memoir.

I was in 17th century China reading The Death of Woman Wang by Jonathan D. Spence which I enjoyed.

I've also been spending time in Russia with Dostoevsky's The Idiot which I'm almost finished with.