At home, I get my reading in while Coe watches his sports or political programs, none of which interest me. I am frequently implored to “watch this putt”; “watch this replay”; “can you believe what [insert politician of choice] said/did?”
Answers: Wow; Wow; yes I can believe it. For the love of God, we live in Illinois. Nothing any politician says or does surprises me.
While in Italy, when not enjoying the beautiful countryside and fabulous cuisine, I actually read some books, uninterrupted, from beginning to end. Finished with zero commentary or replays:
Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon. Alternative title, Fifty Shades of Tartan. A long read at 850 pages, 600 of which could have been eliminated with the repetitive sex and flogging/torture scenes. And by repetitive, I mean booooooooring. I am assured by my Viking sister that the second book is more substance and less sex, as she implores me to learn more about our Scottish heritage. But at nearly 1000 pages, I am understandably dubious.
People I Want to Punch in the Throat, by Jen Mann. I love love love Jen! When I read her stories, I know they are all true because the exact same things happened to me. There is a certain twisted satisfaction in knowing that I am not the only person who failed at Perfect Mommyhood and was crap at crafts. I have pre-ordered Spending the Holidays with People I Want to Punch in the Throat. Looking forward to reading about my holidays.
Appraisal for Murder and Rekindling Motives, by Elaine Orr. A cute new (to me) cozy murder mystery series. I got the first three books in a set and am now into the third book of the series. I love a good puzzle. And I have not needed to skip a bunch of pages.
Life is returning to what passes for normal on my island. A nice little Burgundy in hand as I contemplate doing nothing this weekend.