I‘ve never felt a poem applied to me so much as this one titled “Baby Wipes”

I waited on this book at my library for 4 weeks. I LOVE flood myths and wanted so badly to like this. But the surrealist dream sequences just didn‘t make sense with the rest of the narrative. I found myself skipping the dreams then bailing altogether. Really terribly disappointed.

“I want him to grow up to have a lot of faith, and to be a very gentle person, and also to be militantly in his own side, as I have come to be. I hope he grows up to be caring and amused and political, someone who does not give up on the ideals of peace and justice and mercy for everyone. Of course, on the other hand I am actively and consciously poisoning his mind against the Republicans.”

What a fantastically funny, poignant novella. I laughed out loud through most pages, though it retains a kind of “zen like” seriousness.

So happy that I got to see Salman Rushdie speak last night. He was insightful and funny. I also snagged a signed copy of his newest book!

Enchanted by the short stories and the novella of the same name. Meditations on how much the body and heart really can live through. The failed friendship and tenuous grasp on marriage made me feel like the woman on the cover.

"The citizen who wishes to make a fair judgment of the question of wildlife loss is today confronted with a dilemma. On one hand conservationists and many wildlife biologists assert that the losses have been severe and in some cases catastrophic. On the other hand the control agencies tend to deny flatly and categorically that such losses have occurred, or that they are of any importance if they have. Which view are we to accept?"

You guys would appreciate this- The verified Instagram account of John Grisham "liked" a post of mine?!
The post was a pic and quote from Their Eyes Were Watching God.

Perfect read for the season 🌿🍃🌾🍂🍁

"There had been such a smell in the place of her dream, of sassafras and the sea, bay leaves and dandelion seeds blowing wild, of coffee plants, of sweat. The smell burned into her; she had striven after it in the way of dreams until she could hear the starry surf on a bright shore."

Not my favorite, not my least. Made me think about the importance of secondary characters. The ever changing love triangles absurdly entwine into misery.

My Professor Trelawney costume that won the adult costume contest at the launch party tonight!

My new used finds from Dunaway Books in St Louis!!! Such a great place if you live near me or are visiting the area. First on my agenda: Iris Murdoch, who the owner said is sure to impress. Excited to start on this latest stack!

I adored this! Got to meet the author and enjoyed her dry, witty sense of humor, which I could see creeping through the pages. This book had me on my toes, even though I know P & P backwards and forwards- there are still surprises!

I can't get into it! Whyyyyy? I want to like it, I really do. What's wrong with me? Anyone else?

Coyotes and winter coming...Willa Cather was up to something long before George R R Martin.

"It's difficult to see the glass ceiling because it's made of glass. Virtually invisible. What we need is for more birds to fly above it and shit all over it, so we can see it properly."

"The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way. I wanted to dictate my own thrilling letters."
Esther is so sassy ?

Janie seems younger than ever with Tea Cake, and able to come down off her pedestal and enjoy life among the working class that pours into the Everglades. "Dancing, fighting, singing, crying, laughing, winning and losing love every hour. Work all day for money, fight all night for love."

She writes in poetry. The dialect is lilting and the narration is such raw feminism without intention.

"Sandy replied like an enigmatic Pope, 'If you did not betray us, it is impossible that you could have been betrayed by us. The word betray does not apply...'"

"Once you fall, Septimus repeated to himself, human nature is upon you."

The first of my #100womenauthors list. I went into it apprehensive, with little knowledge of Dinah's Old Testament story, but the beauty of Diamant's text is in the stories of the women, told and untold.