I only read two books this month. *Sad trombone*. For some reason April was halfway over before I realized I hadn’t read anything at all. This month might be slim pickins, but let’s get started, shall we?
First up we have The Searchers by Glenn Frankel. If you’ve read this blog for more than 2 minutes you may have discovered that I harbor a deep and abiding interest in all things Quanah Parker. (For reasons I don’t understand, but I remain nevertheless fascinated.)
This book outlines the real story of Cynthia Ann Parker from her childhood, abduction, and return to her family. It also follows Alan LeMay, who used the story as inspiration for his book The Searchers, which was ultimately made into a movie by the same name starring John Wayne.
Seeing the two stories paralleled is interesting, and the author dug deep to find good source material, namely diaries and letters written by women. (Oft-ignored sources of true and accurate historical material, because what do women-folk know about cipherin’, compared to men?)
I loved this book. It was fast-paced, interesting, and the author made a lot of good points about women, sex, and how nuts the director John Ford was.
And in a total change of direction, I finally found a copy of The Joy of Cooking by Irma Rombauer!
I wanted to read this book for years but wanted to find an older copy. Finally, I found one at a thrift store here in town. (A sane person would have just ordered a copy, but does that sound like me? Didn’t think so.)
This book is large and in charge and has every recipe you could probably imagine. I’ve had it for a month and it’s already become a staple. I highly recommend.
This month was light on books but the two I did read were both good. That has to count for something, right?
See you later!