I picked up a novel at the library today—a stunning novel of epic proportions, if the dust jacket is to be believed—and now find I’m reluctant to open it. I recently read another book by this author (The Way the Crow Flies), and got thoroughly caught up. I stayed up too late reading many nights. The characters invaded my thoughts. The historical background information (Cold War era) challenged my assumptions.
Why would I want to do that again? Holding this book unopened on my lap is like hovering over a precipice. Also, the Oprah’s Book Club label puts me off. Damn you, Oprah, keep your opinions to yourself. About books and other matters, if you know what I mean.
Something I learned today: a turkey breast in the crock pot all day = birdus overcookedus. Sorry you had to eat it anyway, kids. Just wait ‘til tomorrow when you get Overcooked Turkey Hash.
Blogging it forward:
Friend of Transvestite Rabbit (FOTR) Gungaboy has a truly touching post about his very cool grandma. Check it.
Xangan Leonidas has returned from a long absence, a shadow of his former self. All successful programs boil down to eat-less-and-exercise-more, but you should read his, because you just can’t argue with 120 pounds.