Showing posts with label anne lamott. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anne lamott. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Some Simultaneous Reading

Had a pretty long stretch there of reading straight through - but now I seem to be doing a bit of switching around.  I am reading Hard Laughter but I am kind of grossed out as it is a first edition and it is from the library.  I can't help but think of George Castanza and the art book in the bathroom episode.  I get sceeved out by airplane headrests and theater seats.  This books has crumbs and smudges dating back to the 80s.  

ugh.

So I like the story - and that it is Lamott's first - I so do not like the DNA factor. (body shudder) bbbbbllllaaahhhhh

I am LOVING Operating Instructions though and seeing as it is mine the yuk factor is way lower. 

Got a little Dark Side of the Inner Child going on casually.  The Enigma of Arrival strewn across another bedside table and two Horvath library check-outs at a safe distance from my pillow.

I am arranging the book shelf in the corner of my room by color.  Hands down I have the most books with blue covers with green and white both tied for second.  I wonder if this would be considered a true sampling or skewed by my love of aestetics.  Probably the latter as they represent my desired color palatte and we all know of my true motive for choosing books.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Imperfect Birds - Check. Northward to the Moon - Check.

Two books finished all in one day.  I dreaded coming to the end of Imperfect Birds (Anne Lamott) and when I did immediately moved on to a YA book I had recently checked out from the library because - you guessed it - because I liked the cover.  Predictable, I know. 

Northward to the Moon helped get me over my immediate depression of losing Rosie. Sequel to My One-Hundred Adventures.

Now I am reading Hard Laughter.  Immediately - to me - it meant laughing ridiculously hard.  Not my mom - she said, what's so hard about laughter.  Think she is more on the right track.  Hmm.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Anticipation, Dread, and Fear

I am nearly done reading Imperfect Birds - anticipation, dread, and fear is what I feel.

Anne Lamont spent nearly three decades composing what took me two months to devour.  And then what?  I've read Rosie I, Rosie II, and Rosie III - of which I will talk later.

There is no Rosie IV.

I read Rosie 3 in hard cover.

Real trouble.

It's gonna be a tough night when I put that book down.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Rosie with a Reason



Just finished Rosie.  I think I mentioned it in my last post - it was the book on the bottom of the stack...but it was unopened.  Once I opened it, I read it straight through.

My mother and I have been visiting various book sales and getting great prices.  The last sale I got ten books for ten bucks.  Can't beat that!  Well, actually you can.  See, if you go to the Falmouth Library Sale - uh, wait, should I be telling my secret? - on the very last day, it's a buck for a bag of books!

I am such a nerd.

So I picked this book out at the Presbyterian Church Rummage Sale - Charlie thought it was a rubbage sale, hehe - because it was by Anne Lamott.  After reading the first few pages I made it a book mark.  On it I wrote: I think I wrote this book the day I was born.

Really I related less and less the further I got into the book but it was still an enjoyable read.  To me it had a To Kill a Mockingbird type feel.  Glad I picked it, this time based on its name Rosie.  My car is named Rosie, Charlie's favorite guinea pig is named Rosie...so it was only natural.  Duh.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

I Slipped

So I was reading Memoirs of a Geisha, but then the library called and said my book came in.  Not so neatly stacked on my night stand are the following books:

Another Life Altogether by Elaine Beale
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
Unless by Carol Shields
Rosie by Anne Lamott

I know exactly how this happens.  Why is a different story...

I was telling my mom the other day...books seem to come into my life in a particular order.  They follow specific themes. (Oh, on the table on the other side of my bed I have The Maeve Binchy Writers' Club by Maeve Binchy)

However it happens, it does.  In fact, think I need to add a few more to the stack.

The one titled Unless is very interesting.  Once I read a bit of it, the title made more sense.  The kind of sense it should make if you really thought about it when you handled it during buy or put back decision process.  Which apparently, I hadn't. 

My point being, I have not yet been hooked.  Plenty of titles, yet no inspiration to read on.

The search continues...for that most perfect book.

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