The Midnight Disease is actually the title of a book in my Amazon Wishlist.
From The Book of Dahlia:
She and Mara drove all over L.A. late at night. “Night Disease,” they called this: the mysterious condition wherein you just couldn’t bring yourself to go to bed. I refuse to let this day be over, they’d say. No fucking way is this the end of the day already.
Night Disease: the imperative that they just keep going. Now Dahlia understood it perfectly. It was because the day needed something more. Whatever the day had contained somehow wasn’t enough. They weren’t ready to let go of it. Something more had to happen. Something else needed to occur. The day could not be over. They would not submit. Not until they were ready.
It’s almost 3am and I’m waiting, too.
Elisa Albert, The Book of Dahlia
Quick read indeed. And also the book that I have gotten the most from. Despite this, I’m still a poor writer who struggles through virtually every sentence I write. And I still use redundant words like “virtually”.
So The Elements of Writing is excellent and I’m glad I’m through with it. On to the next book; a novel for a change. After reading The Elements of Style I feel better able to follow (and critique) an author’s story (and writing) much better than before.
I’ve read two novels so far this year, The Alchemist and The Book Thief, both of which I enjoyed. Next on the list is The Book of Dahlia which is unique because I rarely read books by female authors. I’m sure it’s coincidence, but that’s the way it is. Most of the books I read that are authored by females tend to be memoirs.
Also noteworthy in the life of resolution52 is my office, with a set of bookcases that I can look dreamily and proudly at. I’m still finding little trinkets in these books (the books having been buried under who-knows-what for a very long time), such as a plane ticket to San Francisco in one of my David Sedaris memoirs. I remember this trip with my father, who at the time was reading Stephen King’s The Stand. During this trip my father wrote in his journal every day, something that I picked up for a brief time. I have no recollection of why we were there. Despite this, it’s always fun to find things in books that bring back memories, as I mentioned in my previous post.
The picture above is of my new bookcases (a humble beginning). Pictures are always better to start a blog post with.
Book Thoughts, Elisa Albert, The Book of Dahlia