I love it when one read brushes up against another and this happened twice with two of mine this reading month.First, in Christina Longford’s Making Conversation (1931), I came across this:
“Miss Spencer at the High School had always scolded her for saying ‘well,’ and used to ask, ‘Where’s the bucket?'”
And then, in Marina Endicott’s Good to a Fault (2008) there was this:
“Whenever anybody said well, well, her dad would always say Deep thoughts.”
I noticed this right away because whenever I’d say “Well…” Mr. BIP (back when we were teenagers and long before the days of Mr. and Mrs. BIP) used to say “Deep, dark hole in the ground”.
Maybe I should have expected connections between these two novels because Marina Endicott’s novel gave this up on the second page:
“Their car was the colour of butterscotch pudding, burnt pudding crusted on it in rust. The whole driver’s side had crumpled inward, like pudding-skin when it is disturbed.”
And there was also talk of puddings and skins in Christina Longford’s novel: “…the other [rice] was yellow and might be connected with custard pudding. There were potatoes baked in their skins, and boiled greens; and afterwards, suet puddings or milk puddings mixed with watery jam.”
Anyone else find any unexpected overlap between reads lately? Or eaten any tasty puddings?
Amidst the foodish-ness of my bookish-ness also lies some music-ness (ok so that invented word doesn’t quite work here). I have to admit a weakness for reading the lifestyles of the talented and drug-ridden (like former Guns n Roses guitarist Slash). As Lorelei Gilmore (of the Gilmore Girls TV series) puts it: “you think, it cannot get any grosser, and then you turn the page and oh, hello, yes it can! It’s excellent!”
Quoting a TV character means it’s high time I return to the printed word…
Ah I always love to read descriptions of food in fiction. Thanks for stopping by my blog. You’ve got great reads and reviews – looks like another add to my Google Reader!
Ah, yes: I noticed the food-ish-ness of some of your book-ish-ness. I did just finish Ray Robertson’s novel Moody Food but that’s a trick because it’s a music-soaked read, no food-soaked. The only tasty fare on my TBR plate just now is Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma, but I’m not rushing in its direction because I don’t want to read him all up. I’m so glad you like it here.