I chose this TTMYH#5 because there is just something so lovely about doing this. After devouring a couple of English books recently, I finally found a second-hand Spanish one I wanted to read, and chocolate at hand, I’m reading it.
The trouble with finding Spanish books for me at the moment is several-fold…they have to be likely to be very interesting, or reading them will feel too much like homework and less like something I want to do in bed; they can’t be so deep and interesting that I’ll need to use my dictionary and pocket book of conjugated verbs at every twist and turn; they can’t be so long that I’ll just be daunted and think I’ll never be able to read it; and they have to be secondhand (cheap), so that limits shopping space to the Thursday market on C/Feria, where I’m not really a regular any more.
So, finding this book by Alice Walker a couple of weeks ago made my day. I got really into it when Javier and I took the 6 hour coach journey to Madrid recently, and I’m still working my way through it. It’s dead interesting and it’s feminist, yesss, I’ve not read anything outrightly feminist in AGES.
It’s also really nice to compare this reading experience to the last time I tried to read a book in Spanish, about five months ago. I could barely understand a word and had my dictionary out constantly. Now I can get through a couple of pages without it, and even then I’m just checking one or two words. I still have a LONG way to go with Spanish (who knew learning a language would be hard?) but it’s very nice to feel I’m making progress!