So after starting it a month or so ago and stopping because of stress, I finally went back to Mort by Terry Pratchett and I feel like my mind has been blown open by ideas and observations about humanity.
I feel so much like I identify with Death. He tried dancing, drinking and fishing, the things that are supposed to be fun, right? And he couldn't understand them. This feels so much like my own AS interpretation of the world. He also likes to cook, loves a curry, and likes cats. I have definitely over-identified with him.
My partners are huge Pratchett fans and have almost all of his books. I've got a stack of four more Discworld ones they recommended I tackle next, and I'm doing Soul Music next.
The phrase I said to them was that if Soul Music says as much to me about music as Mort did about life and death, my life might change just a little.
Before I carried on with Mort, I finished Colonel Roosevelt by Edmund Morris. I've discussed it before, the third volume of an extraordinary set of biographies.
Roosevelt is an individual I have a great deal of admiration for (while very, painfully aware of his many faults), and I was crying about a death that happened a century ago pretty much throughout the last few chapters.
This was a combination of things. Of an adventure with those books being over. Of an ending of a life that made many positive differences to the world, and paved the way for a later, even greater figure who I admire even more. But I have also found since my father died that I seek the lessons that you receive from a father through the great figures I admire through history, and it felt like a tiny sliver of losing him again. I don't regret this feeling, it was a special one to have. And finishing those three books, which believe it or not across their 1600 plus pages were an easy on-ramp for me to return to this pasttime, has reignited my passion for reading. The last parts of Mort were read voraciously in my lunch breaks at work at commuting to and from, and when I had some time to myself on Monday I found myself impatiently waiting for a YouTube video by someone I subscribe to to end just so I could get back to my reading.
I've missed reading being able to make feel this way.