As I struggle with what to write, when to write it, and even how to write it, I thought I would just mosey on over with our reading news of the moment.
Chestnut is trying to convince me that the New York Review of Books isn't boring, and I know she's right, and that my brain cells just need to work out more and pay attention and they will be richly rewarded, I am unable to make them do that. But then again, another thing she really enjoyed reading was the New York City Board of Education's Discipline Code. I am not sure where this will all end.
I took Oryx and Crake out of the library, and it promptly disappeared into Diana's lair, where it was devoured until nothing was left but bones. She frowned and spit them out, pronouncing it "good but too message-y." Hmm. Of course, I haven't been able to recover the body, so I don't know yet whether I agree with her.
I was happily diverted by What Alice Forgot, and read it all and fast in one day. Such a pleasure to do that sometimes, even if it did make me think about the ways I have become crusty and terrible since becoming a mother.
And you, dear reader? Do you have anything to recommend? Are you curled up with the discipline code? Are you out there searching for crocuses? What's happening with you?