I've been on a Connie Willis tear lately. I finished Passage. You can't see me making a scrunchy face as I ponder its pacing, though I am indeed making a scrunchy face. I found it draggy as I was reading it, but I suspect that I will look back on it as I do on the seventh Harry Potter book: all of that wandering in the woods makes more sense in hindsight. I have Bellwether on my e-reader and a short fiction collection on top of my stack of book-books. This quote comes from a short story I read last night, Inside Job:
Puritanism is the haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy. --H. L. Mencken
I've got to finish Britt-Marie Was Here, though, which is overdue. So many books, so much other stuff on my plate.
Ah - I wondered, and then I googled. I just finished My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry this past weekend, and the name seemed too familiar and unexpected to be coincidence. I binge-read mine on a Saturday I was supposed to be working around the house, because I started it as a read-while-nursing book, and couldn't put it aside. Maybe ... I should plan to save Britt-Marie for pool time next summer? I don't do well with fiction and time management.
Posted by: mandamum | October 26, 2016 at 08:25 PM