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Where Did You Sleep Last Night by Lynn Crosbie: Not that I ever met him but I miss Kurt Cobain and this book makes me miss him more. The intro says Crosbie started it as YA, first chapter is totally YA, then YA no more. My heart aches for this book. I hate that I didn’t come up with the idea and I hate that someone else wrote it much better than I ever could and I just hate hate hate hate hate it so much that I love it.I need a physical copy of this book. It was on sale on kobo earlier this month and I didn’t buy it there because I need to be able to hold it in my hands forever and ever and ever and ever.
The Husband’s Secret by Liane Moriarty: The best part of this book is that the cover is sort of shiny. I don’t even know how to describe it. Sort of shimmery, radiant. I spent a lot of time just looking at the shiny cover, like I was on drugs.
The Girl in Saskatoon by Sharon Butala: I can never truly love Sharon Butala, because one of her characters in The Garden of Eden was really disgusted by Ethiopia (I think she called it a hell hole or godforsaken or something) and even though it was a fictional character who said it, Butala still wrote it so we are not friends. This book has nothing to do with Ethiopia, but I can’t move past Butala’s fictional character in another book disagreeing with me.
The Divorce Papers by Susan Rieger: Ah, rich people problems. More intelligent chick-lit than most, although the resolution is pat; what’s the point of all the animosity if it’s just going to fizzle out boringly? Also, why are personal emails included in the legal files? And is that really how lawyers memo each other — so irreverent? If you already think lawyers are kind of scummy, this book isn’t going to change your mind much.
Etta and Otto and Russell and James by Emma Hooper: Reviewed earlier this month.
The Secret World of Og by Pierre Berton: Or, in the original language: Og og og-og-og.
Nip the Buds, Shoot the Kids by Kenzaburo Oe: I always think the title of this book is Nip the Buds, Shoot the Leaves.
All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr: Oh my, does the end drag. It’s a fine book until that point and avoids using WWII to draw cheap sympathy, but then the last bit just seems like it’s trying to hit a bunch of points before it ends, to remind us how awful war is. Maybe just stop reading around (in my copy, which is really my mother’s) page 480.
Fieldwork by Mischa Berlinski: I remembered how much I liked this novel, but I’d also forgotten how much I liked this novel.
Beneath the Silence by Charlene Carr: Reviewed earlier this month.
Day’s End by H. E. Bates: Reviewed earlier this month.
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Don’t make me choose. I love them all so much.
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- The Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About That: This may be one of the worst shows ever made. Martin Short’s voice is like drill-bits being pushed into my ear.
I wrote:
Wolf Children story now has Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 completed. Taking a break before doing Chapter 5 (the end!). Some faerie story reworking. Started a new story about a girl named Dellarae.