- Bossypants by Tina Few (audio)
- A Life of One’s Own by Joanna Field
- Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future by A.S. King
- “At Sixty Five” by Emily Fox Gordon
I really really really need there to be a fire lit under my ass. Even being home sick for two days last week was apparently just not enough. How is it that the pile never shrinks?
Plain and simple: I’m a little crazy.
Okay, so, I read the A.S. King this week and that didn’t get replaced in my pile. I did happen to come across the Joanna Field book in another book that I was reading and for some reason I expected it to be little short chapters and thought that I could take a break from poetry and read that instead. It’s not and I can’t. I can’t give up my poetry. I am almost done with Ted Hughes! I need to more on! (BTW, did you know that you can see what I’m reading on the Goodreads widget on the lower right? Check it out.)
Interesting world I live in, I read “At Sixty-Five” about two minutes after I finished writing my review for Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future. It made me really angry. I think that it was purely because I came out of Glory O’Brien feeling like I shouldn’t buy eye cream any more and now this lady is telling me that she is starting to learn to adorn herself and be more feminine. I almost put the damn essay down at least once a paragraph but I kept fighting, thinking that there had to be some sort of wisdom to be had. Not for me.
I started reading The Tommyknockers by Stephen King this week and I like it a lot so far. Of course. I did stall a little because, you know, that’s a pretty heavy hardcover and I was waiting for the ebook to come in for me. I got it on Thursday and started digging in.
Still, there is a life to be lived. Being sick and exhausted and going to work does nothing for my reading ethic when I get home. By Friday I was so frustrated with the world that I just wanted to eat nachos and drink beer and live in the internet for a bit. I had a baby shower on Saturday and then we ran to town for a Chinese feast. I still feel frazzled. I still feel stressed. I still feel tired. But I have high hopes.
High apple pie in the sky hopes.