About halfway through this 1961 Pulitzer Prize winner. It's about a recovering alcoholic Catholic priest. Surprisingly good but dry humor. But it's also calming me.
Spending the day with Lillian Boxfish = A perfectly lovely day.
When the protagonist articulates for you what you've been trying to say for years without sounding like a monster... you know this book was your destiny.
The Super Bowl and this book. In case you too need a reality check.
I am getting history geeky now. Does anyone have a recommendation about well-written biographies on Robert and/or Ethel Kennedy. And also Lady Bird? My thirst to know more.
I thought this might be a good read post inauguration as the Secret Service is a neutral perspective anyway. Clint Hill worked for 3 republicans and 2 democrats.
A little Flavia. A little true crime. St. Peres Beach rocks.
This is my TBR right now. I feel rich!!!
Just dived into this after Homegoing. Not experiencing any book hangover symptoms yet. That just means I'm in very good hands with Bryn Greenwood too.
"There should be no room in your life for regret. If in the moment of doing you felt clarity, you felt certainty, then why feel regret later?"
A Toni Morrison-esque comparison. Count me in. Toni and all her mother characters were the subject of my thesis paper. Can't wait to submerse myself in this one.
I'm in such a place today. I'm reading Graveyard but my mood has suddenly switched and I just want to read Fall on Your Knees that I found on the used table at Twin Cities Book Festival. I'm so conflicted because Graveyard is perfectly good but it just won't do today. Anyone else have sudden reading mood switches? Plus I basically followed author Marlon James around the book stalls and got all fan girly in a stalker sort of way.
Something to keep in mind when you're house hunting: "Beyond the empty field the smokestack of the crematorium was clearly visible, and from time to time the tall, cylindrical brick chimney would belch out a billow of thick black smoke. Depending on which way the wind was blowing, it wasn't inconceivable that some of that mortal smoke might waft in through the apartment's open windows from time to time"
"A grown woman is like a coyote - she can get by on very little. Men are more like house cats. Leave them alone too long and they'll die of sadness." Hmm. I'll have to chew on this for a few days.
Listen, Eileen, if you don't take some action pretty soon I'm going throw your book into the dustbin. I feel impatient today.