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Thank you..

Regular posting will resume this week (hey, I managed to get three post scheduled this weekend, I’m so proud of myself!), but I wanted to take a moment to thank you all for your very kind messages on the post about my blog anniversary! They were absolutely heartwarming and I am honestly a little stunned at how kind all of you are! I knew you were, but it still touched me deeply to read those words. I will take the time to respond to them properly during the upcoming week (so sorry I have not done so yet), but for now: thank you so much!

Three Years..

Because of Easter last weekend, I missed my own blogging anniversary! As per the first of April I have been at Iris on Books for three years. Sometimes I can hardly believe it’s been three years already, I still feel like such a newbie – other times I cannot believe that I have not been doing this for longer, because it has become such a part of my life.

As it was Easter when I should have posted this, but really, because they are CUTE, a bunnies gif! (source)

I was going to write a long reflective post on what book blogging meant and still means to me, but I sadly don’t have the time because of crazy essay deadlines. The post might have been navel-gazery but I admit I think I need that every once in a while. Especially as lately there has been somewhat of a blogging existential crisis among some of the blogs I hold most dear, and I am afraid I am suffering from it myself a little bit. I won’t quit blogging, I think, because there are a million reasons why I keep returning, why writing blog posts makes me happy, and particularly why I have found a save haven among the people I me(e)t and interact with through blogging/twitter/tumblr/etc. Nevertheless, at times it is difficult to find the words, or the time. There are weeks when I get nothing written (or nothing read). This week is a particularly astute example. Other weeks I feel I am not sure why I bother at all. But then, I remember some of my amazing friends.. I think I may need to accept that blogging changes, that I change, that the community sometimes feels so fragmented, and that such change is inevitable..

Anyway, I never meant for this to be a mostly sentimental and pessimistic post.. What I actually want to say is: THANK YOU SO MUCH! to everyone who’s been reading or commenting, or simply there on twitter or elsewhere. Blogging has given me so much, more than I ever imagined. Hopefully, we will all still be here and healthy in a few more years, because I don’t want to miss a single one of you.

Phew, I think a navel-gazery post might have been a little more interesting, wouldn’t it?

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Sunday Salon: Bookstore Rituals

Bookstores are a little like a safe haven to me. When I step inside I usually feel at ease pretty fast, because I know that I am in a place where most others are looking for the exact same things that I am there for: books.

VanderVeldeGroningenMy favourite bookstore in Groningen. [image credit]

Browsing a bookstore in the Netherlands, where English is not the native language, for me means that I have a set ritual of where I look. I locate the English books section and I go through the shelves set aside for these books. I need not even be looking for a specific title. I admit: sometimes I go into a store just to look at books, see what they have, not planning to buy anything, just to see books. Because Dutch stores have to import their foreign language books and usually have a more limited number of customers that buy them, there is a definite selection in the titles they portray. It is this selection that I am often curious about: Do they have the titles that are receiving the latest hype in the blogging world? Do they have at least a few of the long or shortlisted books for the most recent book awards? Do I recognise some of my favourite books, or ones that have been on my wish list for long? I admit, I judge the store by the quality of their English book selection. Yes, it is unfair for a country in which a majority of the books sold in stores are those published in Dutch. But it is what makes me either love a store, or only go there because it is a bookstore and therefore inherently more interesting to me than, say, a shoeshop.

If I am lucky, the store will also have a separate bookshelf for English books in the Children’s or Young Adult section. This is my next stop in the store. Unfortunately I have to admit that these sections usually only lead to disappointment, as YA books featured in English are often only the very big sellers, like Twilight (again, it makes sense, but it’s not what I’d like to see).

So why do I bother to tell you all of this?

Well, when I was in London last December, and when I visited England and met up with a group of wonderful bloggers the year before, I noticed something every time we entered a bookstore..

Here’s the thing. I always dream of an all-English bookstore. There are a few in Amsterdam, but Amsterdam is at least 2 hours from where I live. I dream of a store where I can enter and not judge it by its having the books I already own, the books I already know about, the books that are familiar to me. I rarely go to a book store in the Netherlands to browse and find new titles, because I know the most effective way to find these books is in my online community where I am more in touch with the Anglophone market. When I am in the Netherlands, my time in a bookstore is limited because I only have so many shelves to browse (five book cases if I am very lucky). So I get to look at all the books they own in English. There is a finite number of books to see. And that is when I leave (with or without a book), because I know that I have seen all there is to see for me. And I can be either happy because I have found quite a few books that I own/want/have heard great things about (this always makes me want to find the shop keeper and tell him or her how wonderful their English books section is), or I leave slightly frustrated by the fact that I am living in a non-Anglophone country.

The thing is, when I enter a bookshop in England, my bookstore rituals go all topsy-turvy. And it confuses me. There is no finite number of shelves to browse (well, there are, but their number is exponentially bigger). There is no looking for the newest titles in between your standard classics, because there are whole shelves of new books. And the Children’s section? I am overwhelmed by the sheer number of books I want to read & touch & have. Same goes for the Fiction section. The Young Adult section. They might even have a separate Classics section.

So what did I do in London? Out of sheer overwhelmedness, I did not browse looking for new to me titles. I had no clue where to begin. Instead, I looked for the familiar, something I had never dreamed I would do in my English-bookshop-of-dreams. Of course, there are a very large number of familiar books. So much so that my partner experienced some of what I experience when we visit a large music store together: I always wanted to see more, him having to wait for me yet longer. The realisation that here are books by A.S. Byatt, by Angela Carter, by Patrick Ness, by Diana Wynne Jones.. They are there, physically there, to choose from. This probably sounds dramatic to any UK, Australian, or US resident, but it is something that definitely made me feel a little in awe. And just a tad overwhelmed. Where do you start? How do you choose? So I browsed the sections that usually make me feel comfortable: I looked for authors familiar to me but whose books I did not own. I held their books in my hand. Then I moved to the Children’s section, because there is something comforting about it being a self-contained section of infinite and yet finite choice. I looked for all the books I love. I stroked their spines. I stood there with 10 unowned books by Diana Wynne Jones before me. Overwhelmed, but very very content.

It brought home the limitations of my regional bookstores in the Netherlands: to see so many of the books you love, or want to own, together in one space, without having to browse Amazon for the titles.. it’s all kinds of wonderful. But it is also a lot to take in when you are not used to it. So I resorted to the familiar in the unfamiliar. More than ever, it brought home to me how my bookstore visits are almost ritualised. In the Netherlands because I only seek out those sections that bring me joy. In the UK because I look for something that helps me be somewhat selective in a sea of choice. And I always, always, touch those books familiar, loved, or that I feel would be loved by me.

It also made me wonder if any other book lovers have such bookstore rituals. Do you?

Sunday Salon: Sunday Reading (& a short War and Peace update)

Happy Sunday! What are your plans for today? I think I am going to have a small read-a-thon for myself, where I cuddle up on the couch for a few hours catching up with all the reading I feel I missed out on this past week.

Sunday reading

High up on my list is finally making a start with War and Peace by Tolstoy. My copy of the book finally came in the post last week. I settled on the Pevear & Volokhonsky  translation, right before I saw this post about why Violet prefers the Rosemary Edmunds translation of Anna Karenina. Although I do not have any complaints about the translation thus far (she says, 10 pages in), posts like this always make me doubt if I chose correctly). Perhaps I’ll be able to reread the book in a different translation, one day. That would be interesting to do anyway.

Have any of those participating started War and Peace yet? Amy and I have two more things we’d like to remark on. First, we looked at the schedule after receiving a question from Tolstoy is my Cat, and we decided it might be better to change it slightly and read Book 1, part III for March, and Book 2 part I & II for April. However, feel free to read along as you see fit. Also, we’d love for you to post updates about your reading progress whenever you feel like it. Amy and I will probably do a short check in each month (probably towards the end of the month) and we’d love for you to discuss your reading there, but feel free to leave us your links so we can hop over and discuss over at your blog as well!

If I happen to get along with War & Peace today (or if not), I also have Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson, and the second half of The House of Mirth lined up to read. It’s cold outside. I have plenty of tea and a blanket inside. This promises to be a wonderful lazy Sunday.

Happy 2013! (And a belated goodbye to 2012)

Happy 2013 everyone! I hope you had a wonderful New Year’s Eve and that 2013 may bring you everything you wish it to be.

photo credit: click on image

Looking back

As you might have noticed, I have not been active on this blog for a short while. After returning from London I caught the flu, and I spent Christmas and the days after on the couch and in bed at my parents’ home, together with the rest of the family who was also ill. Now that I can comfortably sit behind a computer screen again, I cannot resist but give you a short overview of 2012 in reading, even if only for myself.

2012 was not a great year for me during the first 8 months, during which I was unemployed. I was lucky enough to be accepted as a PhD student from September onwards. This meant an end to months of fretting (and beginning the dream job I had wanted for years!) but it also meant far less time for reading, which is something I am still getting used to. Because reading was one of the few comforts during my months of unemployment, however, I read far more than I usually do. 2012 then is the year I set a new record of books read: 160. Normally, I feel lucky to reach 100, and in the upcoming years I think I will have to settle for far less, so I am guessing that this number will be something I look at in amazement for the upcoming years (even if I know most bloggers read far more).

I, predictably, failed at most of the challenges I set myself. Which is why I am not going to bother to join any (for now, because they always tempt me!) – even if I have a few personal “ideas” that I’m hoping to stick to. But let’s not dwell on my failures and instead focus on all the wonderful books I read in 2012. Because even if the first half of the year was suck-y, my reading was not.

Favourite books of 2012

I read so many books that I absolutely loved that making a selection has proven quite difficult. Apologies if the list is a little long! Oh, and these are in no particular order. As always, I list books read in 2012, which means they need not have been published during that year.

I have talked about my discovery of fantasy books in 2012 over at The Book Smugglers, where I also talk about the books listed above.

Monsters of Men by Patrick Ness
How could I not mention this concluding book in the Chaos Walking Trilogy? A series I still think about very often, and that I want to push on everyone. Even though I think the second book in the series, The Ask and The Answer is my particular favourite, Monsters of Men was still a favourite of 2012.

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness
To stick with the same author, his book about a boy who learns to face his biggest fear surrounding his mother’s illness (cancer) is so incredibly powerful, warm, and reduced me to tears.

Dotter of her Father’s Eyes by Mary M. Talbot and Bryan Talbot
A high-quality graphic memoir telling both the life of Mary Talbot and Lucia, the daughter of James Joyce. This was such a great read, with lots of room for reflection on gender and life writing.

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
This classic absolutely captivated me. I fell in love with Cassandra, as well as with the setting of the story. I cannot wait to reread this in a few years time (or right now!)

Code Name Verity by Elizabeth Wein
Although the beginning of this novel was a little slower than my favourite reads usually are, it still captivated me. And then.. the midway twist happened and I fell head over heels in love with Verity and Maddy.

The Book of Everything by Guus Kuijer
I have gushed, and gushed, and gushed about this book. This wonderful tale of a boy who faces his abusive father, helps his mother, and learns to make friends features reflections on courage, gender patterns, and religion. I do not think I have ever enjoyed a book by a Dutch author this much.

Tea with Mr Rochester by Frances Towers
I never wrote about this short story collection published by Persephone Books, but it was a favourite of this year. It was gentle, but also very sharp. Most of the stories were small jewels in their own right. And I am not just saying that because the title features a small literary crush. No, actually, the story after which the collection is named is a very reflective one about such crushes.

Mio, my Son by Astrid Lindgren
I always say The Brothers Lionheart is my favourite Lindgren, and that is true. But Mio is a very strong contender, and might share that spot from now on. It has all the ingredients I love about Lindgren books.

Island Beneath the Sea by Isabel Allende
My first Allende was perhaps not perfect (although parts of it definitely were), but it had such an impact that I keep returning to it in my mind.

Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell
This book! I cannot discuss it, because it is so difficult and intelligent. I still feel as if I missed at least half its allusions, but those last pages! I was completely blown away upon finishing this book. I have yet to see the movie, however.

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
So readable, so addictive. I never anticipated that a retelling of a myth could be this good. I almost did not include it in this list, because I still cannot shake the feeling that this might not hold up in the end, but I was so impressed upon reading it that I simply had to mention it.

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman
Is there anyone left that needs converting to this book? If so: go read it, now. Or perhaps wait for autumn, as that seems the perfect setting for it. Such a wonderful tale. I cannot wait to read more by Gaiman in the upcoming year.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë
As someone mentioned on twitter when they saw I was reading this “Anne Brontë was the brave one when it comes to the Brontë sisters”. This book is brave in so many respects. I cannot yet quite wrap my head around it. No, it wasn’t a case of head-over-heels in love, as it will always be with Jane Eyre. This is more a case of awe, that this book was written, by a woman, at that time.

The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
I know that this is not Atwood’s favourite among bloggers, but it was the first Atwood I really, really enjoyed. The utopian setting, the overarching theme of gender and power. A great first introduction to Atwood, and one that I think I will remember for some time yet.

Honourable mentions:

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I hope 2013 will bring us another long list of wonderful books read!