It’s not often I select a book without knowing anything about it, without having heard about it in a story or on the radio, without a recommendation from a friend. But thanks to a couple of books I had in mind being not available at my local library, I stumbled upon Dominic Smith’s “The Electric Hotel,” a work of historical fiction focused on a troupe of silent filmmakers.
My goal for 2019 was to read 12 books. I made it to 10. I’m still counting that as a win.
Let’s take a moment, breathe in, breathe out, and stop to appreciate the beauty of actual, real-life printed books.
I’ve always thought John Steinbeck books were meant to be read in the summertime. There needs to be sunshine and green grass and the prospect of a warm wind kicking up through the leaves.
I haven’t posted about a book in five months. You might conclude from that fact that I haven’t read a book in five months, but of course that would be a silly turns of events. Since knocking out “My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She’s Sorry,” I returned to the Red Rising series, first re-reading the original trilogy and then the newest book, “Iron Gold.”
Some kids are different. Some live in their own world. Some live in a world created by their grandmother.
Sometimes you’re in a book store and you walk by a “Buy 2, get 1 free” table. And on that table is a collection of books you’ve very much heard of, and some of them you haven’t read. You pick one up and count to one. There is another book you haven’t heard of but are assured by the publisher is written by someone who wrote another famous thing, and it has an intriguing title, so you grab that too.
I’m not usually one for New Year’s resolutions, but one thing I can absolutely assure you is that in 2018 I will make sure that on many more days I will disappear for a couple of hours to read a book under a tree.
I would like to dunk on Tom Hanks.
My neighbor’s name is either Alex or Nick. I’m absolutely 50-50 on being sure which one it is. He’s lived across the hall from me for more than a year, which means we are wayyyyyyyy past the point where I can ask. And yes, he is 100 percent sure of my name because he always says it when we say hi in passing.
