So, I went to the "new" library today, where my two year old ran around like a crackhead (me, arms loaded with books, in hot pursuit), undressed in the middle of the reading room, and pressed the alarm button in the elevator. They may never let me return. (I am picturing the head librarian dramatically pointing east, telling me to run away and never return, to the bullet-riddled wasteland of the OTHER library branch.)
But I had forgotten that *this* library participates in the Bestsellers program, which means they have stacks and stacks of all the newest books.
After finding for Primo the next three Alex Rider books and a bunch of Star Wars graphic novels, I snagged Emma McLaughlin's and Nicola Krauss's Nanny Returns, which I have a real reluctance to read, since the ending of The Nanny Diaries broke my heart -- but I'll read it anyway; and Elizabeth Gilbert's Committed, since I am one of those people who enjoyed Eat, Love, Pray and I want to read more of her whackadoodle exploits.
The only book that could have truly completed this trilogy was Julia Powell's Cleaving: A Story of Marriage, Meat, and Obsession, which I am DYING to read because, hello? Luuuunatic! Plus, I want to find out what her amazingly long-suffering husband winds up doing.
(Which reminds me, I read somewhere that Elizabeth Gilbert's first husband is writing a book. The marketing campaign I imagine for that one amuses me no end.)
But instead, I picked up my reserved copy of Anne Rice's Out of Egypt (shut up) because a friend recommended it after a conversation about Christianity and Easter and (wow, this must be the whacko post) Mel Gibson's "Passion of the Christ."
It's gonna be a good reading weekend.
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there's a fun interview with Julie Powell here:
http://www.drinkingdiaries.com/2010/04/07/interview-with-julie-powell-author-of-julie-julia/
I'm laughing my head off at the thought of you chasing a naked toddler around the library, arms laden with books. Whacky books, no less.
You can give me the potted version of the new Elizabeth Gilbert because although I'm curious, I won't be reading it. I know I'll only want to slap her again if I do. Hard.
Sorry about the email address. Couldn't tell you what happpened to it.
I finished The Postmistress and am conflicted. The blitz part of the story is amazing. Sarah Blake could have written an entire novel about the women who reported the blitz and the war in Europe and had a story. The part about the postmistress not doing her job - I thought it would be more than it was. I finished it, hoping the whole story would come together somehow differently. There are a few nice plot twists, but when you have to write an afterword to explain what and why you've done, I don't know if you have effectively written a novel. I suggest you read it and let me know what you think. However, after reading what you've brought home from the library, I think I've got a long wait ahead of me.
I'm glad my child was not the only one to strip in public! Are you really going to read Out of Egypt? I quit reading her vampire books because the last one I read was more theology than story -- Mmenoc the Devil -- I hated that book.
teachergirl: I thought the same thing about The Postmistress -- why was the book even called that when the real story was about the woman who reported the Blitz. The postmistress' story wasn't very much of the book and didn't even seem that important to the plot either.
I think we have at least one child a day press the alarm button in the elevator. At least. I usually just laugh.
We haven't had any kids strip lately, just pee and puke. Stripping might be preferable. No cleanup needed.
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