One Woman, One Year, 200 Books
Zhivago is done for. I’d read it several times before but I don’t think I’d realized that it was produced under the Soviet regime. Somehow that just feels so wrong. I’m sure that there are deeper themes to tease out of that situation but I’m so tired and burned out right now that I don’t [...]
Jared is gone to Sun Valley for the day. I don’t when he’ll be home but it will probably be late. Sad. I hate it when the day faces you down and there is nothing to do. Not really nothing because I have a million things to get done, but nothing that I can do [...]
I finally finished Gibran. How did this guy ever get big? Oh yeah…the Sixties happened. I’m so glad I’m done. On to Kafka… So, some of the books I’d like to read in 2009. I’m dying to get to my new P.G. Wodehouses: Joy in the Morning, Thank You Jeeves, Carry On Jeeves and Much [...]
Yesterday was a tiring and stressful day. Alex had to go to the doctor’s office to get his eyes checked out. He’s been having one cross in a bit and we got worried and made an appointment. Turns out we were right to do so. He has Estropic Strabismus with resultant Amblyopia. His particular case [...]
Friday was a busy and strange day. We spent the morning and early afternoon out at Jared’s shop. We have talked about doing this a couple of times but the circumstances are never just right. Of course most of the time the shop is full of busy men working on building shutters and I’m leary [...]
Yesterday was a tough day for reading. The boys took a decent nap but Jared had to work late so the afternoon was long and turned into a long evening. I don’t think that Alex and Luc knew that Jared was late but there moods sure took a turn for the worse around 5 or [...]
See how obedient I am. Here are the requested pictures. (Thanks to Aimee for having a camera)
I started Joan Didion’s We Tell Ourselves Stories in Order to Live and so far so good. A lot of the pieces are about sex, drugs and rock and roll but then so were the sixties… Her writing is clear and thoughtful but now I’m venturing in to some of the more introspective essays and [...]
I finished Zeno’s Conscience and although I pretty thoroughly despise Zeno, I think Italo Svevo wasn’t half bad. The book is a masterful example of the unreliable narrator. Then I started Dubliners and took a good whack at it. I first read many of the stories in a Lit class and as I go back [...]