In fact, I didn't start the Tolstoy till Wednesday. For various reasons. First, it was short enough that I felt I could put it off while I read more C.S. Lewis and I, Robot. Second, I was waiting for copies of the Tolstoy from three different people who offered to loan me copies -- these loans never materialized. Third, this past week, during which I actually owned my own copy, has been exceedingly busy: only twice did I get home before midnight and at no time did I get to sleep before 2 a.m., as a couple of times I had to work on the server remotely from home.
So, I got about 5-7 pages read Wednesday night and the remaining 50+ Thursday night. I didn't think I'd make it. That amount usually takes me a few days to read, and I really had to fight to stay awake at times, so sleep deprived was I.
But it got read. And we had a fantastic discussion. And when I got home I began to read "Family Happiness," also by Tolstoy. I was well into the second lengthy paragraph of first-person narrative when it suddenly dawned on me that the narrator is a young lady. Talk about suddenly becoming aware of a bias! I haven't read too many works written from the perspective of a woman, and none done so by a man. I'm interested in seeing how convincing I find Tolstoy to be in this role.
At the end of the meeting, we discussed ideas for our next book. I brought a copy of Mary Doria Russell's The Sparrow with me, trying once again to drum up interest. bitty gave this to me over a year ago, and I've been wanting to read it for book club. I'm getting close to abandoning that idea and simply reading it on my own.
I also brought the Steinbeck King Arthur book, but that got shot down because, at 451, it was too far over our self-imposed 400-page length limit. 'Tis a pity.