Hello, peeps! Peep, peep! How is your Sunday going? I’m prepping for Easter dinner later. And by prepping I mean drinking coffee and thinking about the housework I have to do.
Bloggingwise, I have a review for the latest Flavia de Luce novel coming up. Watch for that. I finally sat down and read The Illusion of Separateness. There’s a crying book for you. So good, even though I hate crying books.
I’m listening to Station Eleven at the moment. I’ve read anything from Mandel before so I don’t know what to expect.
I’m on the library waiting list for Our Endless Numbered Days because the Socratic Salon will be discussing it this month. I’m not sure if I’ll be ready for it by then. Oh well.
Like I needed another reason to dislike Henry James beyond his crazy run-on sentences. Have a listen to Stuff Mom Never Told You’s podcast A White Marmorean Flock, all about lady sculptors in the 19th century.
Jonathan Franzen continues to make new friends. This time he’s pissed off the Audubon Society enough the they’ve written this long complaint. I guess his crankiness went too far this time.
I better get some stuff done now. Happy Whatever Day You’d Like to Celebrate Today!