When I read Orlando several months ago, I adored it. The book was on my to be read list ever since I saw the film in the theater. Yes, I’ve wanted to read it that long. The first third of this book was slow because the writing style while not modern the style deviates from a traditional classic. It felt new, frustrating, slow and difficult. I’ll even admit that I stopped reading it for weeks at a time, and replaced it with Casual Vacancy because I was afraid my frustration would make me stop reading altogether.
I began to hate the book, but still kept reading. When I reached 31% of the way into the book something clicked; a hard click, I swear it was audible. Because the sounds of the words were amazing to chew on, I read much of it aloud. The use of punctuation is an
art in this book. Twice, I turned to twitter for definitions that defied 4 dictionaries and by the end I was grinning while reading every page. Orlando is like eating the juiciest cake while watching people dance on a table to a cello playing scat.
Orlando is the first I’ve read since Anna Karenina that I looked forward to re-reading before I even finished. I was disappointed as I absorbed the new vocabulary which allowed me to read faster. I truly didn’t want the experience to end; yet I wanted to know what happened next so badly my teeth ached. Immediately, I purchased several more books by the author and will buy a hard copy of Orlando to read again and again. This is a book I will understand more, and see differently, with each read