I feel lost when I don’t have a good book to read. Sometimes I just can’t figure out what I’m in the mood for, and my whole life suffers as a consequence. Everything becomes duller. This recently happened to me. I went through a string of books that were only okay, and after a few … Continue reading Recovery from a book slump
Spoiler alert: I don’t have big plans. I’m writing this before I perform my Saturday morning ritual of taking our daughter to swim practice, then pushing a cart up and down the aisles at our Kroger supermarket to do the grocery shopping for the week. My biggest plan this weekend is to finish reading my … Continue reading Big plans for the weekend
I typically plow through books. Whether fiction, memoir, professional development, or self-help, I start, and I keep reading until I’m done. I don’t take a lot of time to process. A few weeks ago at work, I participated in a salon, which is basically a fancy word for book club. As part of the salon, … Continue reading Slow Reading
Ducks, Newburyport is a masterpiece. I finished it three days ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t even know how to describe it. It is the running monologue inside the head of an unnamed Ohio mother of four (transplanted from New England), and it is a single sentence that goes on for … Continue reading Gobsmacked
My favorite book is one that sucks me in, that absorbs me, that carries me into its world. My favorite book is one where I adore the characters and want to spend time with them, where I love the setting and the power of place. My favorite book is one that makes me laugh, that … Continue reading My favorite book
I adored Jane Smiley’s A Thousand Acres. It was one of the books that made my epic Andrea Reads America reading project worth the effort. I don’t think I would have discovered her book without actively seeking books set in Iowa, and I am very happy I found it. Somewhere recently, I read someone writing about The Greenlanders. I love … Continue reading Restless reading
Butterfly Mind 