pickThis is really well written. Somehow the author pulls 9/11 and the pandemic into a mystery of sorts centered around economically privileged people who seem ridiculous at times but not comically. It's good. Definitely recommend.
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pickI enjoyed this collection of pandemic stories, even though---like the days during lockdown---the stories tend to blend into one another. In these stories, Doyle explores with sensitivity issues of connection, estrangement, vulnerability, mental illness, substance abuse, and grief. I know a lot of people still don't like revisiting that time, but I find it intriguing and therapeutic to look back at those years that have influenced so much.
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1️⃣ I have always wanted to go to The Galapagos. 💙💚💙
2️⃣ This book is partially set there & in my #TBR 🐢💚
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pickListened to this today. Diana and Fin are set to vacay in the Galápagos Islands, but when C-19 hits, Fin (a doctor) can‘t leave but he wants Diana to go, which she does. Of course quarantine is enforced there so her stay turns into months, while Fin works with C patients dawn to dusk, and so many die…Well written
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pickRoddy Doyle used to be a favorite author of mine, back in the days, when he wrote the Barrytown Trilogy and Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha.
He‘s written this short story collection in 2020 and connections to the pandemic are unavoidable.
The Charger, the longest one, is my favorite. It‘s a story about the lockdown and how it could be so cozy at times and frustrating, lonely and frightening at others. It all came back to me while reading this.
pickThis book takes us back to 2020 when Covid hit the world. It started off kind of slow but I got into the story and then everything I thought was happening flipped. This was a pretty decent book. I enjoyed it.
It is a gift in this life that we do not know what awaits us 🍂
…that there had been a last time—when they were little—that I had picked up the girls. This had often broken my heart, to realize that you never know the last time you pick up a child. Maybe you say “Oh, honey, you‘re getting too big to be picked up” or something like that. But then you never pick them up again 🥺
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