Common Sensibilities Redux - Where the H*** did summer go!?
I guess we have been spoiled by several years of beautiful Septembers and falls in general, because this one sucks. It's not even fall yet! That's not until Saturday. It's 48 right now, and cloudy and it misted on me as I walked into work. I hate that when it happens. It's probably some jet-stream abnormality kind of thing.
First book club of the year last night, a lively, thoughtful and sometimes sad discussion of Jonathan Safron Foer's novel Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, about a nine-year-old's reaction to his dad's death on 9/11.
We've got a great list of books coming up, so it should be a fun reading year. Get this, we're reading two books with "March" in the title...one called March about Louisa May Alcott's father, and the other, The March, a Civil War story. Neither of which we're reading in ... March, thank goodness. My book to present is one of them, the E.L. Doctorow one, The March.
Next month is our classic, To the Lighthouse (Virginia Wolfe); On Beauty by Zadie Smith is January; in actual March is The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Hadden; April should be fun--it's a book about the women who wrote the Nancy Drew novels, Girl Sleuth by Melanie Rehak; and in May, Everything Bad Is Good for You by Steven Johnson. Guess my reading stand is going to be full this winter.