Nu Sense

So reading a nu (new) book is doing something nu (new) right? Admittedly, ’twas a very lazy day in Brooklyn. The rain was pouring, my left windshield wiper rubber covering thing is detaching itself and therefore not wiping properly so there was little left to do other than pick up a book.

I ventured to the Gerritsen Beach Library the other day, which is beautiful and has a lovely outdoor sitting/reading area for the warmer months. I recommend going there if you are ever in the area, which you wont be, followed by a stroll in the Salt Marsh that has some scenic paths and boats that you can rent.The incredibly helpful and sweet Librarian, notified me that the book I wanted, which was for an upcoming Book Club meeting, was not available and I could put a hold on a copy. Sure, lets do that. I have done this often and it typically does not arrive on time so, after a few days, I cancelled my attendance to the Book Club Meetup. Maybe I wont be so cheap next time and just buy the book. Meetup.com, the hub for many a Book Club, is an amazing website if you haven’t been on it; you should certainly try it if you’re looking for people with similar interests or just want to try something new.

When the news about the Book Club book came to me, I immediately went to the Classics section. Classics are typical school assignment books but also some of the most famous books ever published. I enjoy every book I have read from this section and it has turned into my ‘go-to’ after my Kindle and ipad both decided they no longer want to work and both companies cannot replace them because they are too outdated. I am over the system ergo sticking to paper, until I give in again, and am compelled to read Scientific American and the NYT all in one sitting without wasting paper, which is important to me. Browsing through the Classics, I am immediately drawn to Jane Austen because: most women are, the last Classics I read was Pride and Prejudice and it was delicious and I had recently seen the film The Jane Austen Book Club. Sense and Sensibility was the choice made.

Laying in bed cuddled up with my ridiculously comfy fleece pants, I read. Already delighted by the cover saying that the author was ‘A Lady’. I am immediately distracted by the lighting and put on my little lamp that is attached to the pole of the standing lamp initially used. The new lighting is warm and I am ready to continue. After a minute, the light gets exorbitantly bright and I realize that it is a CFL and just took a minute to reach its full brightness. Being over the lighting complications, I read again.

Austen does it for me every time. She has such a beautifully descriptive language that, even after Pride and Prejudice, I felt the need to speak in 18th Century English. Everything sounds much nicer and much more astounding when you say it in 18th Century English. I wish I could tell my friend who’s boyfriend I don’t particularly enjoy, that “I have not had so many opportunities of estimating the minuter propensities of his mind, his inclinations and tastes as you have.” Case closed.