pickI‘ve wanted to read another book by Kirshenbaum since loving Rabbits for Food. This one was lovely in a meandering, melancholy way, true to the title. Reflections on life‘s choices, through stories Sylvia tells Henry on their roadtrip, which is itself a story that you know from the start won‘t have a happy ending. Definitely my kind of book.
#10BeforeTheEnd
panNah, this was pants. It really wanted me to think it was something it most definitely wasn't and I'm very much NOT in the mood for such shenanigans. I could say more...but no, I won't.
FIN
so-soThere is a gradual growing up in this book, a softening of edges, a looking back at the past both with frank disbelief and a flat lack of surprise. Of course this is where you find yourself. Is it: there is so much you can achieve in a single life? Or, only so much that you can. In making it unclear which, this book is neither disheartening nor inspiring.
Starting the weekend off with a little reading.
The young man seemed ill at ease. 'Is there something wrong?'
Mm well... yes, in fact his library books.'
'What?'
"Well, he must have had two out, he always did....'
.....
Even a murder doesn't let him off those overdue fees??
pickParks spent the entire book comparing the ups and downs of train travel to meditation. And, it worked. I wouldn't mind reading my book on a train and observing people, humanity at its worst (hustling/body odors) and its best (sharing food and stories).
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#TodayILearned #NonfictionNovember @Bookwormjillk
I don't believe I just learned it, but it had reopened my eyes.
I feel some kinda way about disliking this book that is so well-liked. I missed something. Not sure what it was. It was way up there on the New York Times Best Books of the Century (something like that). My Brilliant Friend was #1.
