I’ve been living a book lover’s fantasy during the past two weeks.
Most of my time has been spent in bed, surrounded by my Kindle and a pile of library books.
Dare I say that if it wasn’t for the recovering-from-gallbladder-surgery part of this existence – which is what sent me to my bed in the first place – it was actually kind of nice breezing through a book every other day.
A girl could get used to this lifestyle, gallbladder woes notwithstanding.
Alas, I’m feeling much more like myself and my days of decadent reading are over as I make my way back to my regular routine. Still, this recuperation was responsible for my finishing four books.
This week I devoured TransAtlantic by Colum McCann and Glitter and Glue, by Kelly Corrigan. TransAtlantic is yet another one of those novels that makes you wonder how the hell Colum McCann does what he does. He just has a spectacular way of weaving a story together with seemingly unrelated characters (two aviators crossing the Atlantic from Newfoundland to Cork, abolitionist Frederick Douglass visiting Ireland in the midst of the potato famine, Senator George Mitchell brokering the peace talks – and the connections among them and the women in each of their lives) that is simply astounding. Once again, Colum McCann has proven why he’s one of my very favorite authors.
I spent the middle part of the week unable to put down Kelly Corrigan’s newest memoir, Glitter and Glue, which is getting a lot of buzz, and deservedly so. This is going to be one of the books I recommend to almost every single person. I absolutely loved this, for many of the same reasons I loved The Middle Place and Lift. This may be Kelly Corrigan’s best book yet.
I’m hoping to have longer reviews of both books at some point, but suffice to say that both of these, as with several of the books I read in February, get 5 stars from me and earn a place on my Best of 2014 list.
February was a great month for reading. Even without the bedrest, February tends to be one of my better reading months. I’m sure the weather has something to do with it. I read 8 books. Links take you to my reviews.
The True Secret of Writing, by Natalie Goldberg
Looking for Me, by Beth Hoffman (audio)
Frances and Bernard, by Carlene Bauer
Nest. Flight. Sky.: On love and loss, one wing at a time, by Beth Kephart
Pictures of You, by Caroline Leavitt
Transatlantic, by Colum McCann
Glitter and Glue, by Kelly Corrigan
As for today and the beginning of March, we’re watching hockey on TV (c’mon, Flyers) (yeah, I know I live in the ‘Burgh) and I’m spending this snowy (what else is new?) Sunday trying to finish up Grain Brain: The Surprising Truth About Wheat, Carbs, and Sugar – Your Brain’s Silent Killers, by David Perlmutter, MD. I’m drinking a cup of green tea that needs to be reheated and am contemplating what to make for dinner. (The snowy day calls for soup, I think.)
Earlier today, The Husband had to go out in the snow to take my car to get a new front tire; upon going out to the garage yesterday, we discovered that the tire had gone so flat it was unable to be driven. This tire had been problematic; the potholes and ice have been taking a toll, so it needed some attention.
It looks like the predicted big snowstorm of 12″+ has been downgraded and we’re getting significantly less, maybe just 4″ or so. Like everyone else I know, I’d be quite happy if that’s the end of this crap for this godforsaken winter. Enough already.
Hope your March is off to a great start!