Although I’m really making an effort to read the books I already have before going off at the local bookstore, I couldn’t pass this one up.
Domiknitrix: Whip Your Knitting into Shape
by Jennifer Stafford
Little Red Riding Hoodie? I couldn’t resist. And I’m using my favorite yarn as a bookmark.
(I love thee Johnny, let me count the ways…)
Johnny got his gun was fantastic. Left me reeling in a mood. Then last night I couldn’t sleep again, so I stayed up until 7AM this morning reading Love, Pain and the Whole Damn Thing by David Leibow, M.D.
I suppose it’s a self-help book of sorts, but different. It’s about how many people in their 30’s and 40’s are chronologically adult, but not quite feeling it. It’s about how to embrace being a grown-up and pursue your happiness. Insightful. Really. I’ve indeed found myself thinking “hmmmmmn…”.
“An extremely lucid, discerning analysis of the chasm between pre-adulthood and real adulthood…”—M.Scott Peck, M.D.
I’ve finished more books in the last few months than I have in the last few years. I’m still loving this and pursuing it hungrily. I’ll continue to post what I’m currently reading.
I finally finished jpod and found myself standing in front of my looming bookshelves scanning for something new. I groped a bit blindly at the rows for something unread. Something good.
My hands landed on Johnny got his gun by Dalton Trumbo. My copy is musty, beat to hell (an edition from the early 70’s), and I’ve somehow never actually read it. Possibly because it’s been lent out a lot, but shame on me. I started last night. Wow.
Last night I started reading jPod – by Douglas Coupland. Isak already tried to eat it once. Perhaps it’s the lego on the cover. It’s good so far… I’ve already laughed out loud a few times.
I’ve read more in the last month or so than I have in the last year… loving it.
I just finished Hearing Voices – Collected Stories & Drawings by Brian Andreas. Lovely.
What do I get for this? I said & the angel gave me a catalog filled with toasters & clock radios & a basketball signed by Michael Jordan & I said, But this is just stuff & the angel smiled & swallowed me in her arms. I’m so glad you said that, she whispered to me. I knew you still had a fighting chance.
Now I’m reading Wilderness Tips by Margaret Atwood.
Funny, this wonderful collection of short stories has been sitting on my bookshelf uncracked for close to 10 years.
I’m on the third story of 10.
I finished my other book (wonderful!) and after tidying up my bookcase I hit the beginning of my unread paperback section.
Grabbed Brothel: Mustang Ranch and Its Women. It still had it’s original receipt from several years ago tucked inside. I should have used this as a bookmark, because after putting it down to find a nice one, I completely lost the book and paced the house like a maniac looking for it. I even checked the freezer. After 40 minutes I threw up my hands and gave up. 5 minutes later there it was on top of the stereo, where I’d already looked 6 times.
Perhaps I should get more sleep or new glasses (also on my list) instead of reading. Anyhow… I’ll be delving into this as soon as I get a chance.
Today I just wandered over to the bookcase, stuck my hand in the still kid-addled pile and pulled out a book.
The Cracks by Anne Dandurand. I’m already 1/3 of the way through…