reading Lists

I love reading lists and especially scour the New York Times and WSJ when they publish their favorite reads of the year. So while list making is one of my favorite things I can report that I've just finished making a food list for our week in Maine with each meal carefully delineated and organized with the appropriate and required ingredients. It sounds bizarre but it appeals to my soul. Especially since I'm the cook.

And now for the main event: the reading list. I'm gathering up the books that I want to read this summer or what's left of the summer. I've read Kathryn Stockett's the Help, started Great Expectations and was dismayed that Kate hated Time & Again by Jack Finney. I guess that means I have tor ead it again. I always remember his paragraphs about how noisy New York was with the sound of the shod horses on the cobblestones. He should be hear now. So some of my choices will go in my suitcase and some of them will accompany me the new fangled way: on my ipad. I used to estimate that I would read a book a day and pn most vacations took something I knew I should read, something by a new author, something that I wanted to read and just pure trash. Now I am just into pure trash all the time 24/7. And I just discovered a new author who I thought was a mystery story writer but turns out to be a combination between a mystery and what I think is a romance novel. No one has been ravished or fainted yet but there is alot of intense yearning and some pretty explicit wishes for future ravishment. And guess what: I'm loving it. Those are truly Great Expectations.

Kate came back from camp last night. She is brown as a berry because the concept of sun tan lotion to a 14 year old is totally foreign. And she heartily disliked most of the books that were on the Brooklyn Tech list. I have heard that many of the reading list books are depressing. depressing ok but not to be a good story teller and then land on the approved reading list doesn't seem fair to the reader.