I'm loving the local library, here in Small Town, Manitoba. Not only does it have wifi and a nice quiet corner to work in, but it has books! And not only text books and journal book and other similar types of books I'm used to signing out from the University libraries the last way to many years, but interesting, fun books!
This is a novelty to me, for way too many years. It's so nice to sit down with a good book that I don't have to memorize or take notes from.
Unless I want to, that is.
I recently took out and practically ate
a great book called Lottery, by Patricia Wood
, and I could barely put it down. It's a tale about Perry L. Crandall, a man who, while having an IQ of 76, is probably the wisest character I've ever met in fiction. He, as his grandmother did, claims his middle initial stands for "Lucky", and it's proven right when he wins the Lottery, but not necessarily because of the money. It's a story about luck and love, all kind of both, that being smart doesn't mean being wise, and that money doesn't bring happiness, only love does, and the importance of family - the kind you're born with and the kind you choose.
Seriously, read the book. It's a heartwarming read, and for me, it really brought things into perspective and focus.
Now I'm looking forward to my next acquisition, The Housekeeper and the Professor
, by Yoko Ogawa. About a once-famous math professor who, after a traffic accident years ago, can only store about 80 minutes of short-term memory, his housekeeper and her 10 year old son, this story sounds like it's going to be a fascinating read. It seems to have gotten decent to good reviews, and the Feminist Review
seems to promise it'll be a gut-wrenchingly beautiful book. Can't wait!
Today is totally a book day. I also received my new copy of Pants for Real People
this morning, which is really cool, if you're into sewing. I've posted a brief review of it over on my sewing blog, Sewing On Pins
But in the mean time, I have my own book to write. Shames it's so fricken boring