Summer colds are the worst. I woke up with one yesterday. It makes me a little glum, particularly since I had a really, really lovely weekend. My partner-in-crime and I got to spend the weekend with some friends in a lakeside trailer in the Poconos. I spent most of the weekend sitting on the dock, feet in the water, book in hand. It was perfect. I read two books! And did some writing!
Speaking of books . . .
27) The Night Tourist by Katherine Marsh. This is a fun middle-grade mystery set in New York City. Not a keeper for me, only because I probably won't read it again. But it's a good book.
28) Horns by Joe Hill. This is one messed-up book! I really enjoyed it. It's about a guy named Ig whose life is a disaster. One day he wakes up after getting wasted the night before and discovers that he now has horns growing out of his forehead. And the rest of the book is about how his life changes with the horns. Which makes it sound much simpler than it is. There are layers upon layers of craziness in this book. The characters are all shades of gray, not black and white. I really felt for Ig, and delighted in the twists and turns the horns introduced to his life. Some other characters I really liked, some I felt sorry for, and I wanted to punch one or two of them in the nose. Definitely recommended.
29) The Last Time As We Are by Taylor Mali. Great poetry by a spoken word artist who I've seen perform more than once. What more can I say?
Novel editing is going well. I think between last weekend and last night I've made it through another chapter, except for some timeline tweaking to make sure everything gels properly. So that's good.
Have I mentioned the workshop I want to apply for? Clarion West. The teacher roster for next summer is amazing. And they prefer short stories for applications, so I'm delving back into writing shorts.
And now, I need to get to work. I'm covering for someone this week and a different someone next week. My good friend L arrives in town this evening. Hurray! And I need to call my goddaughter this afternoon.
Blessed Be, everybody. Enjoy your Tuesday.
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1 comment:
interesting! Horns sounds like Kafka's Metamorphosis - only perhaps less completely isolating/devastating. What would you say? Gregor Samsa was certainly a messed up person, too! Glad you got a chance to get away and just relax and unwind. Too bad about the cold, though - I agree, summer colds just feel like an injustice.
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