What did you just finish reading?Love in Maine
by "Connie Falconeri." This ended up being less fluffy than I'd expected, including a male protagonist with PTSD (and even better, love doesn't "cure" him--he goes into therapy). I liked this one enough to pre-order the sequel, which, to my amusement, is "written" by GH character Molly Lansing-Davis. I would still love to find out who's really writing these books.Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth
by E.L. Konigsburg [reread]. I had been planning to reread this for awhile--had downloaded a Kindle copy, because my childhood paperback is someplace at my mom's house. I hadn't read it since sometime in the 1970s, and I was amazed at how well I remembered certain lines and passages: "She touched her hands to her hair, giving it little pushes the way women do who have just come out of the beauty parlor. I hoped she was itchy." "So I decided instead to enjoy being odd. And I did." "'You are dismissed,' she said."What are you reading now?
Still trying to get into A Simple Revolution: The Making of an Activist Poet
by Judy Grahn. Still bogged down in the childhood section, though it's beautifully written.
Scott Miller's Music: What Happened?
. A wonderful year-by-year (1957-2011) countdown of Miller's favorite songs, with witty, thoughtful, and at times hilarious commentary. I had read the blog version of the book as he posted it, and I owned the book but hadn't gotten around to reading that version. When Miller died last week
, I'd thought to read it, but discovered the font was awfully small, so I bought the e-book. Then I thought it might be too soon, too painful to read--I'm still very spun by his death. But today I started reading, and bits of it are making me laugh out loud: "I wonder can it possibly be fair to condemn an entire decade as a horrifying decline in every kind of musical competency, but nostalgia for the eighties baffles me. Eighties nostalgia has lowered my opinion of nostalgia." And other bits just delight me: "where I'm aware of what I used to like, which is the case most of my life, I force myself not to disown my ears of that period out of embarrassment. Your ears are always right, the embarrassment is always wrong. A five-year-old can identify good music far more infallibly than a fifteen-year-old, because the fifteen-year-old is listening almost exclusively for what his or her friends would be likely to approve of." Music streaming is more easily available now than it was when Miller wrote the blog, so I imagine I'll be doing a lot of listening to the songs he wrote about as I read.What do you expect to read next?
Maybe Wild Seed
by Octavia Butler? And I want to get back to the Assia biography.