And now it’s stuck in your head, too. I know, I’m the gift that keeps on giving!
One of the great joys of my life these days is I have time to read books again! As such, I’ve reacquainted myself with my local library, and introduced myself to the one within walking distance from work. You know, the one that’s been there forever and I’ve somehow managed to go almost six years without ever once making the 5-minute trek over.
I am nothing if not RIVETING.
Anyway, I thought I would share my highly scientific and carefully thought out method of finding new books to read.
I have no method to my madness. I just wander around and grab what looks interesting. I also keep an eye on my friend* Victoria’s blog, as she regularly reviews books she is reading, usually about four or five a month. She works with middle schoolers and is passionate about reading, so I trust her judgement!
*She doesn’t know we’re friends yet. I found her blog in a
stalkerish “through a friend of a friend” kind of way and just decided to be imaginary friends. Thanks, Internet, for keeping us creepy.
Here’s what I’ve found lately!
2. Goodbye For Now, by Laurie Frankel. This is one of those books that seems like it should be dark and twisty, but somehow manages to pull off discussing death in a surprisingly upbeat, endearing way. I was initially a little overwhelmed reading the inside jacket: Boy invents algorithm for an online dating site. Boy meets girl. Boy and girl hit it off. Girl’s grandmother dies. Boy invents way to keep in touch with Dead Grandmother. Invention takes off. And then even more things happen, but to share anything else would give it all away, so I’ll stop there. I was a little concerned the author had taken on too much, painting herself into a corner of trying to tell too many stories. However, I was pleasantly surprised with her take on life, love and death. The simple way(s) Sam and Meredith fall in love, cousin Dash’s exuberance and obsession with cheese, the quirky family members, neighbors and friends – we could all see a little bit of ourselves in them, I think. It also got me thinking about how technology affects the way we grieve (we can keep old emails and texts FOREVER… does that help or hinder the grieving process?), what we leave behind when we go and how both big and little our lives really are. Sounds heavy, but Frankel pulls it off with measured buoyancy. (A note to my more demure readers, I would rate this a PG-13 for language and a lack of clothing in some places, so proceed with caution.)