What I read: Last week I finished Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. It feel so good to finish a richly satisfying read. I fondly remember times past when I would blow through an entire stack of books in the space of a week. Now I have to carve out time to read. I miss reading in huge gulps. I guzzled Bird by Bird.
What I’m reading: I’m 3/4 of the way through Vanity Fair. I am liking now, there for awhile I was in a rut. I like Becky Sharpe’s “story” the most; she’s smart and interesting and cunning. Amelia, on the other hand, is so good, and helpless, and ridiculous. Always weeping, spoiling the piss out of her bratty kid, groveling to her idiotic,selfish parents… sheesh. I have trouble feeling sorry for her at all. Things are clipping along now and I’m starting to get worried for Becky (although she does kinda deserve some sort of punishment for using everyone). Of course, Becky wouldn’t have to use flirtation and parlor politics to make her way in society if she was constrained by Victorian patriarchy.
That’s it for now. I’m anxious to get back to reading.