We talked about this trend of shiny-ing up books last week when Martha P. and I did a Family of Readers gig at the Duxbury Free Library for the Westwinds Bookshop. I speculated that the books that would best survive digital competition would be those that most rewarded or required physical presence–airport novels out, picture books in.
Saw Handel’s Rodelinda yesterday. More involving than I thought it would be but had to contend with my prejudice against countertenors. It’s me; not them, but I find it a little creepy when the heroine is kissing her long-lost man and he sounds like a GHOST. My virtual live-in-HD-pal Robin McKinley has a good report.
Also saw Margin Call and My Week with Marilyn. Both really well-acted and gorgeous to look at. And am reading Mark Mills’ The Information Officer, set during WWII on Malta. All I knew about Malta was from my last grownup book: Catherine the Great really, really wanted it. It sounds great–has anyone been?