I’m up to page 216 in Donna Tartt’s Goldfinch. I’m going to triumph over this book, I know I will. I even got a non-digital version and a bookmark. It won the Pulitzer (so someone thought it was ah-mah-zing), but it is boring. So boring. Well maybe not as boring as, hmmmmm, waiting in line at the DMV. But I’m sure it’s my mood and not Donna’s fault. Maybe it will get less boring at page 487 or page 659. I feel like I just gotta get through one book and then I will have broken through the wall preventing me from finishing books and it’ll lead to easy reading once again.
Three Questions by Leo Tolstoy. Have you read that? Jeremy likes telling the story, Jeremy also likes Leo. I’ve tried to read Anna Karenina many times, but I’ve failed all those times. Just tonight, Jeremy mentioned that he skimmed all the war parts in War and Peace (all you have to know, Doris, is that the troops moved somewhere). Anyways – the three questions:
There is a little short story involving kings, hermits, assassins and gardening.
This has been hard for me to do this week. I just want to eat ice cream and watch TV all day and be selfish. It’ll pass (I hope).
Vince left his room a mess. I did launder his sheets and throw away some trash I found in there. Honestly, I don’t really want to ever go into his room, it’s gross – teenage boys & linens & cologne – I just don’t need to know.