I have completely lost track of the thread now, but have finished 6. All the Light We Cannot See and 7. The Watchmaker of Filigree Street.
I loved All the Light We Cannot See. I was fascinated by the descriptions of 1940s Paris and Saint Malo most, as I have lived in France quite a bit so they seemed closest to me. I also had a radio I used to listen to through the night as a child and loved picking up foreign language broadcasts I couldn't understand so that element appealed to me too. The way that Marie Laure's reading threaded through the story also seemed quite clever and tied the narrative together thematically, especially towards the climax of the novel where the juxtaposition of the siege and trapped characters with excerpts from 20,000 leagues under the sea heightened the sense of suffocation and drama. The way in which people turn against one another also touched me deeply. It came as a shock to remember how recent these events really were and to think of major capitals occupied and friends, neighbours and children deported. I had a cry to my husband remembering the plaque at DD's Maternelle in Paris from where three girls aged three and four were deported to the camps and killed. I live in a country where people routinely disappear and often turn up dead. This happened to an Italian student while I was reading the novel which shocked me a lot, and then I wondered why I felt shocked that he had been killed but not about the thousands of other deaths and it made me wonder about the fragility of life, the lack of permanence of things we all take for granted such as fair trials and safe policing and the hidden prejudice and discrimination that lurks inside all of us.
After that I needed a light read and The Watchmaker of Filigree Street seemed like a good choice. In some ways it exceeded my expectations: the way in which the main protagonist's opportunities expand and develop and the realisation of his abilities, the clockwork and fantastical details, the fun of Mori as a character. I did find it hard to deal with some of the more in your face anachronisms though. A woman blowing up things at an Oxford college in the 1880s and being allowed to keep her hair short and call her father stupid, the thoroughly modern dialogue and sensibilities, the complete fluidity of the class system. There is more but I don't want to ruin the plot. I also didn't really enjoy the way then the first parts of the book flit between different protagonists. I am really ready for a book narrated from one character's perspective. Is that still allowed?
After a bit of distance, I also think I was perhaps being unfair to Robert MacFarlane. I insisted on plodding through his book and forcing myself to read it all instead of dipping in and out. I think that reading The Wild Places in short bursts when the fancy took me would have been a fairer way to appreciate and enjoy it.
Next is Wolf Hall, and I will also look for the book about helping your kids to love reading that a PP recommended upthread. Sorry, I can't skip back to find the exact title and poster.
Will also try Spark Joy as I am itching to declutter.