A year in books - or at least the beginning thereof

Ok well the title is slightly inaccurate but it gives the gist. A little over a year ago (more like a year and a half) a friend and I decided to challenge each other to read the same books from time to time. We are both completely unable to restrict ourselves to one book on the go so the basic idea was roughly once a month to finish the same book and discuss it. The only rules were that neither of us could have read the book before and we both had to agree the choice. We more or less took it in turns to choose the book. It worked swimmingly until we hit good old St Augstine who brought us to a grinding halt (or rather to our intellectual knees). We almost didn't recover. This update is to look back over the past year of reading.
So it all begin for some reason which I can't remember now I decided to start with Somerset Maugham - an author who had never previously really crossed my mind though Cosimo had read enough to think it might be of interest; and so we embarked upon Cakes and Ale. It seems ages ago now, but bits are still quite vivid. The characterisation is brilliant. Oddly it still has the power to shock even though the affairs probably have less power nowadays than at Maugham's time.
Then Cosimo decided that having owned the Scarlet Letter for years we ought to read it; a second consideration was that Cosimo thought it would be dry and difficult but that given it was arguably the first great American novel we ought to "assess its merits". I have to confess I was less than certain about this since for similar reasons I had been avoiding it for years. I was wrong to do so. It was one of the best books we have read in our oddly eclectic set of reading matter. One would be well advised not to read the ill fitting prologue which has nothing to do with anything really and is slow and annoying but once past that, the language, the characters, the depiction of the society draw you in. Both of us found it utterly compelling. I stayed up FAR too late reading it and was quite glad it wasn't term time when I was reading it. We both discovered that neither of us knew even vaguely what it was about, but I am not going to tell you here either because telling to much about it might ruin it (in the way that the person who wrote the description on the back of the Riders - the book we are currently reading has somewhat managed to do).
Before we embarked on The Scarlet Letter we promised ourselves something frivilous and frothy as a reward. Oddly enough it is more difficult to find light books to agree on than weighty tomes and also of course having read the Scarlet Letter we found we weren't quite so in need of something light, but by that time the decision had been made, and we embarked on the cheery world of Leave it to Psmith (Cosimo's choice - I had already read some Wodehouse and knew I liked him).
Leave it to Psmith doesn't actually leave a lot to discuss. It is great fun, and though definitely of its era, the humour doesn't tire. It is funnier than most contemporary books - at least by my sampling. Bits of it make you laugh out loud, and I think you would have to be in a really curmudgeonly mood not to enjoy it. That said the plot is merely a device to keep you turning the pages between the jokes and farcical situations. Still if anyone has a big cameleous hump as Kipling puts it Leave it to Psmith might be a good remedy.
Well this has begun us tiptoeing through the year. If I had kept the blog more up-to-date I might not being having such a big catch up to do, but that gives a taster of some of what we have been reading. Meanwhile I am off for a big bowl of home-made Scotch broth and then to follow the trail of a certain lost soul from Australia as he wends his way round Europe in Tim Winton's the Rider. The first three books we read are remarkably different from most of the ones this blog has dealt with to date. Maugham's Cakes and Ale did involve some travelling and restless souls but the focus was within England; Psmith is firmly entrenched in English soil and the Scarlet Letter just as deeply bound to America, so you see not all my reading involves voyaging but its still the blog of a book voyager.