I finished reading James McBride’s The Color of Water which apparently came out a few years ago and was a bestseller? Well, it may or may not have been, I can be pretty oblivious. It was an interesting enough book but nothing memorable. I had expected more from it, it seemed like the story had so much potential.
I also managed to get all the piles of books moved out of the future library room (old den) although G is still sorting through the piles of things that are hidden in the drawers of his desk, a desk that has really only been cursorily used for years. I picked up Knitting under the Influence which was slated for gym-reading. It worked perfectly well for curl-up-under-a-blanket-with-a-cold reading as well. A few hours and nap later it was done and there are two more books to be added to the donation pile. They wee both entertaining in their own ways but which have not won permanent space on the shelves.
I think it was serendipitous that I planned to make chicken soup tonight.