My Book Bub feed has been full of blurbs that start out “When Betty is forced to return to the small town where she grew up . . . ” and it makes me wonder: What’s the lure of this story trope? I’m not criticizing it, I’m just puzzled as to why it’s so powerful that it’s become a sub-genre. Continue reading
So whatcha reading now?
So America is in the middle of a massive stomach churn of the body politic, heaving while half of it freezes and the other half burns (climate change is a myth, part of SoCal always slides into the ocean during January). The Evil Empire that Trump put into office is cancelling net neutrality, funding Big Coal, releasing the oceans to drilling, and trying to criminalize pot again. Also Trump is still President. So it’s bad.
But it’s not that bad, it may even be good, and I am not a glass-half-full kind of person. Why am I delusional about this? Here, have some random optimism: Continue reading
This weekend in the comments, I said something disparaging about Michael Wolff’s book on the Trump administration, mentioning I was only half finished with it. I’ve finished now, and I would change my reaction from “meh” to “huh.” That is, it got better, but I’m still not sure if it’s worth reading since its general thesis was pretty evident before it was published. I did laugh out loud once (more about that later), but mostly I had a Stengal-like reaction: “Can’t anybody here play this game?” The following is not a review–this book has been reviewed enough–it’s a reaction to a description of the executive branch of our government that Monty Python would spit on as being too absurd.. A dead parrot would be a step-up in this administration, according to this book. At least it wouldn’t tweet. Continue reading
Today is Cuddle-Up Day.
Because if you’re in eastern America, you are freezing your freaking whatsit off. MY GOD IT’S COLD. It’s going to get down to five below zero tonight, but I cannot complain because up in Vermont, Krissie’s going to be facing twenty-five below. Even so, I’m cuddling up with an electric mattress pad, three dogs, a good book, and chocolate in some form, which I will consume with my fingers crossed, praying the electricity doesn’t go out.
You know what I want? A nice Cherry Saturday. IN APRIL.
So here we are in 2018. Whatcha reading to kick off a MUCH BETTER YEAR?
Krissie had us post our word for the year over at ReFab, and I picked “change.” I have obvious reasons politically–vote in the 2018 midterms, people–but mostly for personal reasons. I had a rough time several years ago and it’s taken me until now to get centered again. Moving into the middle of nowhere was a HUGE help–you would not believe how peaceful and beautiful it is here–but now that I’m back on my feet, it’s time for change, big and little. Continue reading
You asked for a monthly poetry exchange, you get a month poetry exchange. How about Rita Dove to start a MUCH BETTER YEAR?
Rita Dove, from On the Bus with Rosa Parks, 1999
ETA: Just woke up. Couldn’t see the poem, either. Welcome to 2018. ARGH.
It’s New Year’s Eve Eve.
Pray for a better tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that . . . .
Wishing you much happinuts in 2018.
Well, 2017 sucked, but at least we had good books. And good stuff might be coming our way in 2018. If nothing else, we live in interesting times.
So here’s a good end of the year question: What was the best book you read this year? Oh, and what are you reading now?