On Friday, when I came home from work but before I left for a dinner of cheap Chinese food and free wine, I managed to read the last chapter or two of Lorrie Moore’s A Gate at the Stairs. I really liked the book and wish I knew more people who read it because I have things I want to talk about. I’m sure my mom would have had a lot to say about it since she recommended the book in the first place. So many sad and complex things happened but it was all done so well.
Then Saturday on my way to and from brunch and a haircut and the like, I reached the end of The Paris Wife audiobook. It almost made being in Chinatown bearable. I really enjoyed the story of Ernest Hemingway’s first wife Hadley. I did feel, though, that the narration was an ill-fit. It sounded more like chick lit which I don’t believe it should have. Still, I eventually got used to that aspect and it didn’t greatly alter my feelings on the book. There were also times I got frustrated with the main character for not standing up for herself more, but I had to remind myself it was a different era.
Anyway, all of that left me on Sunday with nothing to read or listen to. Sometimes I find it hard to dive into something new but it’s that time. I loaded my iPod with the So Much Pretty audiobook by Cara Hoffman and cracked up (metaphorically since it’s on my Kindle) Drinking: A Love Story by Caroline Knapp. I’ll keep you all posted!