As usual, I’m writing this on Sunday evening, wondering where the hell another weekend disappeared to. Our neighborhood had a community yard sale yesterday morning and we decided to be very, very last minute participants. (By we, I mean The Girl and myself; The Husband and The Boy wanted no part of any of this.) We rounded up some books, kids’ clothes, a few toys, two bikes in great condition, and a few other assorted items.
Unfortunately, not only didn’t we sell a single thing, but we didn’t even have anyone stop at our table. Our house is in an odd location for these activities; it’s at the end of a hill and most of the yard sale attendees turn around at our end of the street. So, we got some traffic, but maybe we just needed more of an inventory. Or maybe we need to make friends with someone in a better location and set up there next time.
The Girl helped me out for two hours, schlepping things outside (and then back in) and watching over the table. Her reward is getting to stay up late tonight to watch the Billboard Music Awards (What the hell is up with resurrecting Michael Jackson and having him perform via hologram?! Is he going to moonwalk from the Great Beyond?!)
The upside to the yard sale debacle is that we both got some reading time in while nobody was buying anything. She is currently reading The Book Thief. I just finished listening to the appropriately-named Perfect by Rachel Joyce. Paul Rhys’ narration had me utterly transfixed.
I don’t want to say too much about this …except, that ending! Whoa! Also, in my opinion, that cover simply does not do this story justice. At all. I nearly passed it by because of it, which would have been a mistake. Don’t let that happen to you.
Oh, and one more thing: who else had Rhonda, the cherubic kid from “The Bad Seed” in mind with the character of Beverley? I can’t be the only one who thought this was what she would have turned out to be like as a grown up, right?
There’s a lot more to say about this, though, and I’ll save that for my review. I’m still putting my thoughts together, but this is likely going to be on my Best of 2014 list.
I have a few books in progress right now. My new audiobook for this week will likely be Atonement by Ian McEwan. During my lunch hours at work, I’ve been reading Tessa Hadley’s Sunstroke and Other Stories. And I have The Best of The Best American Poetry: 25th Anniversary Edition (which was published in 2013) on my night table, for those pre-bedtime nights when I’m too tired to read much more than a few lines of poetry.
Which may very well be tonight.