Last year, I discovered that I could download books for free from the library. The library app is fantastic, if a book is on hold, I just click on it and it puts me in line to get the book. I get three weeks to read each book. Once it’s due, it disappears back into the ether from where it came. I don’t have to even leave the house. After admitting to too many people that I didn’t read any books and fearing that I only read Internet memes and short click-bait pieces, I kept track of the number of books I read last year. I made it to 17! Not bad, I think considering that when I started, I thought I’d be lucky if I managed 4. At this rate, if I’m lucky, I think I have only 500-1000 books left I can possibly read in my lifetime. I reacted to this realization by getting rid of bookshelves full of books. If I didn’t think it made the cut, out it went. I started out this year by reading a hard copy of “H is for Hawk” – a book I got for Xmas and I wanted so much to love. I love the idea of falconry and I love memoirs about grief, yet “H is for Hawk” was disappointing to me. Each sentence was beautiful. I do love a beautiful sentence, but I need a little forward motion, a little plot. I can’t just admire each sentence for 300 pages.
I tried to get a better photo of Edda’s curved back, but this is what I got instead.
I might have made a poor parenting judgement this Christmas. I gave Vince the game – Cards Against Humanity. It’s a little not politically correct. I’ve never played it, but I heard from a reliable and hip 9th grader it was really hilarious and fun. Now I think that maybe I don’t want other parents knowing that I gave him this game. Anyways, Vince insists it’s perfect for his age group. He won’t let me play it with him. He declared that he’s never going to play it with any relatives.