Reading While Home Sick

I was home sick yesterday, but at least I had my kindle. I bought and read a whole book. My Kindle = true love.

The Book
Susan Vreeland’s The Passion of Artemisia was the book. Though I admit there was something small missing in places, a depth of scene I suppose, I still loved it. I highlighted a bazillion quotes. It’s about the sacrifices one makes (or doesn’t make) for one’s art.

The amazing thing about her was her art; she painted strong heroines at a time when women were never portrayed that way. She painted “real” women, with crows feet and all. In her Susanna, painted when she was only 17, she showed a woman rejecting sexual advances rather than flirting back and appreciating them. (What a concept!) Vreeland’s website shows the paintings.

Artemisia had an amazing life. She knew Galileo, Michealangelo’s nephew and the Medicis. She was admired in some circles for her talent but scorned as a prostitute (because of the rape trial) in others.

I’m so glad Vreeland has other books out. *buys* *reads* My TBR pile is beefing up again. (Thanks, too, to those who gave me recs on the last post. I’ve downloaded samples already!)