Yes, I know I suck. I haven't updated in for-fucking-ever. But the thing is, I'm in agony. Back is sore, neck is sore, shoulder is useless. I'm trying to avoid unnecessary computer time, and about all I can handle is the odd tweet. So I apologize. Don't hate me, and don't stop reading. Please.
I had to take a dozen advil in order to write this post, however. Margot Livesey's the House on Fortune Street is so incredible, so gorgeous, so magnificent that if you don't immediately read it, I don't think you and I can continue to be friends. Get thee to a bookstore. And NO, I do not know the author. I happen to know the editor, but the only reason I know that I know her is that I read the acknowledgments, hoping to find someone I knew in them, so that I could call and weep my gratitude for this incredible novel.
I think you mean The House on Fortune Street. The House on Mango Street is by Sandra Cisneros. Both of them are excellent.
Comment created on July 9, 2009 at 10:55 AM
Oh, Ayelet!
You don't suck. Never, ever. You're a marvel. You're my hero. Please take good care and, above all, be kind to yourself.
Comment created on July 10, 2009 at 9:52 AM
Thanks, Ayelet, for the recommendation. You are so right about this book. It's a beautifully written, literary puzzle, and I'm enjoying it a great deal.
And on another subject, you don't suck. You just have lots of children at home on summer vacation! ;-)
Comment created on July 15, 2009 at 8:59 AM
Thanks for the recommendation Now Get thee to an acupuncturist (to treat your back pain), ;)
Comment created on August 8, 2009 at 11:22 PM