Maybe time for more books?
I've done approximately one (1) crapton of reading this spring, so it's time to come up for air with some reviews and recommendations.
Authors of the Impossible. Of the two books in this group by Jeffrey Kripal, this is the more specialized, written for those already familiar with his hermeneutics of the study of the history of religions. Here he takes the structure he used in Roads of Excess, Palaces of Wisdom to explore the relationship between historians of mysticism and mystical experience itself, and applies it to those one might call students of the paranormal. Kripal is an immensely readable narrator who always keeps one eye tilted to the fact that it's crazy to buy into this stuff - and the other eye tilted to the fact that in some respects it's even crazier to not believe. (Yes, this dude is the reason I majored in religious studies at Rice.)
Can You Forgive Her? I have trouble forgiving myself sometimes, although not, perhaps, as much trouble as Alice does.
Drood. Yes, Dan Simmons sometimes plays like he's a science fiction author, sometimes like he's a historical fantasy author. But he knows, and you know, and I know, that it's all just horror. Highly recommended, but read before bedtime at your own peril.
The Imperial Cruise. Makes turn of the twentieth century American diplomacy, wars, and crimes against humanity just that much uglier when you read about the brutal Aryan subtext that rode under it all.
Mutants and Mystics. Here's Kripal at his best. If you love to analyze comics almost as much as you love comics themselves, give this book a whirl.
Northanger Abbey. Deliciously and wickedly satirical. Was I this bad at 17? (Mark, don't answer that.)
Oliver Twist. I seriously thought I wasn't going to finish this. When good people are deceived about the motivations and actions of other good people, my stomach turns over. Eventually I realized that it couldn't end that badly or it wouldn't have been turned into both a musical and a Disney animated classic.
Pickwick Papers. It's easy to see why it was a favorite in its day. The comedy is spot-on, and the sentimental is as close to heartfelt as it can get.
Nicholas Nickleby. The characters in this novel form my favorite Dickensian ensemble, bar none.
The Return of the Native. I think in most Hardy novels the characters technically deserve what they get, but fate batters them so badly in the process that you find yourself wishing that they had just gotten a pass.