It’s been hard to sit down and write this newsletter because I’ve been so caught up in the election turmoil—an endless stream of anxiety-producing tweets, fed directly into my bloodstream via my dry and staring eyeballs for hours at a time. Tonight, as I watch Massachusetts give itself halfheartedly over to Joe Biden’s myopic, maybe-less-than-able hands, I’m depressed! It’s one thing to know that you will vote and campaign and make calls for (maybe) Joe Biden in the fall, and it’s another thing to try to convince yourself to be excited about it. To those of you reading who may love Joe, please appreciate that love for the gift that it is.
While I do not know Sally Rooney personally (wouldn't that be wild!), I have a similar feeling of half bitterness, half awe when I read her books. She's so close in age to me and writes exactly the kinds of books that I wish I were writing (and aren't even close to the book I actually am writing). Such a weird feeling.
I have Year of the Monkey checked out from the library, and since the libraries are indefinitely closed because of the coronavirus I have plenty of time to get around to it. I enjoyed reading her book Devotion recently, but somehow have never read Just Kids. Adding to my TBR!
While I do not know Sally Rooney personally (wouldn't that be wild!), I have a similar feeling of half bitterness, half awe when I read her books. She's so close in age to me and writes exactly the kinds of books that I wish I were writing (and aren't even close to the book I actually am writing). Such a weird feeling.
I have Year of the Monkey checked out from the library, and since the libraries are indefinitely closed because of the coronavirus I have plenty of time to get around to it. I enjoyed reading her book Devotion recently, but somehow have never read Just Kids. Adding to my TBR!