A House for Mr. Biswas by V.S. Naipaul Page: 140

Another guilty morning post…and a guilty, mere 140 pages for yesterday. I intended (as usual) to spend and hour and a half reading last night after the boys went to bed and of course to post before bed but dinner with friends and an early bedtime took over. Jared and I went to dinner with some of our best friends, Dave and Heather, last night. They took us to Asiago’s in downtown Boise. Ostensibly it was in return for a similar dinner we had treated them to, more than two years ago. That dinner was before either of us had kids (Dave and Heather have a little boy about Luc’s age). Dinner was so very good! Conversation was sparkling and a glass and a half of wine on top of crab cakes (yum!) and my busy day meant that 9:30 looked like a good bedtime for me.

I’m finding Naipaul sad. I guess A House for Mr. Biswas is considered a classic of Carribean literature and I think that it is very well written (only a 1/4 of the way through) but another depressing novel…I’m not sure I’m emotionally up for it.