so far this has been a good month for books. my english course has a kick-ass reading list (sadly, the class itself is not so awesome), and i am actually reading for fun too.

so here's what i've been up to:
my antonia, willa cather -- i loved this. it was for class, but i would read it again in a heart beat. it made me feel all warm and happy.
the great gatsby, fitzgerald -- a re-read for class, but so good.
the grapes of wrath, steinbeck -- parts of this reminded me very strongly of michael pollan and barbara kingsolver. amazingly prescient, in terms of food security and industrial farming. i loved how important and strong ma joad is,  and the telescoping perspective, but this was not an easy read.
dubliners, joyce -- finally finished it. still need to figure out what i think of it. it made me cry in places, so that's probably a good thing.
mrs. dalloway, woolf -- another re-read. clarissa is so coming to my next dinner party.
their eyes were watching god, zora neale hurston -- the incredible beauty of some of her passages made me tingly and weepy. and i'm not weepy. (not that you can tell from this).
a whole whack of american modernist poetry, by various people, which i love. especially the hd.
"transnational america," randolph bourne -- very problematic essay for me. there seems to be a hole in the middle of it, where african-americans should be.
the english patient, michael ondaatje -- a re-read from when i was about 18. i love this book so much.

what i'm working on:
the omnivore's dilemma, michael pollan
the history of sexuality, michel foucault
native son, richard wright
shakespeare and the invention of the human, harold bloom
the bone people, keri hulme

i also have big plans to get through don quixote this summer, but then i had plans for that last summer too. and i have a bunch of history reading done, and to do, that is not worth mentioning.