For some reason, it's been a very Slavic kind of spring . . . first, reading Prague for book group, and now my own reading of The Historian. I can't quite figure out why our latest selection is titled Prague - it's one of those vague, Catcher In The Rye-type references for the title. Anyway, I am/was pretty ambivalent about the book, despite my high expectations for it.
On the other hand, my friend Katie sent me The Historian for my birthday last fall, which I'm just getting around to reading now. It is also set (mostly) in Eastern Europe, and is about the Dracula legend. It is very compelling and I find myself wanting to read it constantly. However, it is very scary, and I have decided I can only read it while the sun is up (thanks, Daylight Savings Time)!
Ergo, it has been an interesting month of contradictions in my Eastern European spring. I had high hopes for Prague and no preconceived notions about The Historian. Isn't that also how life usually turns out?? I have high hopes for so many things that rarely, if ever, turn out the way I anticipate. And just when I am feeling down about the lack of good and/or productive things in my life, something will come along very quietly, with no fanfare, and knock my socks off. I'm glad I'm still able to recognize those things when they come by in perfect stillness.