In other news, I wanted to share the book I'm reading with all of you--I know I did this just a few days ago, but when the really good ones come along, I think I've got a duty to share. I mentioned in that post that I was intrigued by Julie Orringer's new book, The Invisible Bridge. Well, before I started that one, I thought it would be good to read her first book, a short story collection called How to Breathe Underwater. I picked it up from the library last night around 7:30pm and at 12:30pm today I've got about 60 pages left to go. Yes, it was one of those that I sort of, um, stayed up all night reading. Most of the stories have to do with girls coming of age, and as someone who tends to read a lot of women's literature, I'd be hard pressed to think of anything I've read that achieves such a pitch-perfect portrayal of what it is to be a girl, in terms of our relationships with men, each other, our families, and ourselves. It's just beautiful, and makes me so excited to pick up The Invisible Bridge. Before I started How to Breathe Underwater, I had been reading Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, a book about which I've read and heard many excellent reviews. But I just couldn't get into it--it's just so British, like the petroleum. Other than the Immortal Bard, Brit Lit has just never been my thing. Think I'll wait until it's out in paperback so I can slog through it on my own time and not have to beg the library for one more week.
I titled this post "The Weekly Reader" thinking it was a clever title for a weekly reading update, but then it reminded me of an old elementary school memory. Remember Weekly Readers?
(wow, found a very retro one)
And that reminded me of another elementary school memory. Scholastic book orders! Do they still do those?
(Yep, looks like they do. Sadly the one pictured above is offering "American Idol" books. What?)
On book order day I would literally go mad. The teacher would bring in the box after lunch--the white one, with the Scholastic red. She'd say, "If we have time, we'll hand these out at the end of the day." I'd spend the rest of the afternoon eyeing that box behind her desk, and if I felt like she was forgetting, I'd go up to her desk and remind her. Having to wait until tomorrow was simply not an option.
Many are happy it's summer. I am too--seems like summertime always produces a few happy, carefree times. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy that we are now on the down slope--the days will all be getting shorter, fall is the next immediate season. But I shall attempt to live in the moment.