Reading is a solitary pleasure, but sharing books we love is not. Through determination and luck, I have found and joined a terrific reading group here in Tucson. Here is our reading list for 2015:
Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel
All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr
A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki
Lies We Tell Ourselves by Robin Talley
Nora Webster by Colm Toibin
Euphoria by Lily King
Redeployment by Phil Klay
The Dog Stars by Peter Heller
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
On recommendation from Margy of A Fool for Fabric, I'm currently reading The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins. This is the perfect book for a long, delicious weekend away from all things important. It's a psychological thriller about a woman who becomes emotionally involved in a murder investigation.
Station Eleven is a novel set in a post apocolyptic world which goes far beyond the genre onto a dark story of ambition, emotional honesty, connections and survival. I loved this book, and found it just odd enough to keep me reading.
The Dog Stars by Peter Heller is a favorite of mine. It was first recommended to me by Theresa of Camp Runamuck. Another post apocolyptic novel, but far more than that. Both novels will stay with you as they are more about human nature than disaster and renewal.
Finally, for those times when all you want is to forget the last wadder in your sewing room, read this: The Husband's Secret by Liane Moriarty. Well written, interesting premise, and easy to breeze through.
Bathrobe update: my fabric arrived and it is beautiful. Yesterday I cut out all the small pieces in contrasting fabrics, and today I'll interface the collar/facings and make piping. Yes, I am going super slow. Partly I want to practice appreciation for each garment I make, and partly I am busy.
Today is my day to attend a meeting (suit up and show up), then I need to run to the feed store for wood pellets to soak up moisture in Nick's corral. Then the farrier is coming to trim and assess his feet.
He has shown a little bit of offness (not really lame...just picking up a foot a bit higher) at the trot in the right fore and I am on it like butter on toast. I've been resting him, walking with him, massaging his shoulder and leg, and generally babying him. Yesterday I turned him out and sat with him reading my Kindle...he couldn't figure it out. Why aren't we playing?
Until later, Mary