"Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another’s skin, another’s voice, another’s soul." ~Joyce Carol Oates
I’m on the East Coast and it’s almost dar las doce time. Which means I’m officially tired. I know Rae is plum tuckered out too these days. What’s a blogger to do? We’re sorry for fading on all of you. But we plan to make it up to our patient readers. George R.R. Martin, fantasy writer, said “A reader lives one thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.” George has got that right. Please don’t mistake our recent silence for living just one life.
Lest you think we’ve forgotten you, know this—I’m currently living the life of 104-year-old woman. Ona Vitkus is spunky and memorable. The One-in-a-Million Boy is quite a delight so far. We’ll report on Monica Wood’s best seller next week. Experiencing life as a bartender has been one fine ride. I’m finishing up one of Rae’s favs by Ivan Doig: The Bartender’s Tale. What a listen! Can’t wait to write about Doig who personifies the great American storyteller. And my boys were having trouble with a read we chose, so we put it down. (Hate to do that.) To reignite our night-time ritual, we turned to Roald Dahl. He never disappoints. A trio of book reviews coming your way very soon. In the meantime, we’re hopin’ you’re living several lives too.