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So for like...every morning of the last three months, on my way to work, I think, "I need to write a blog post." And then I get busy and decide it can wait until tomorrow.
So this morning (Saturday, stupid early o'clock), I decided to actually DO it. Why, you ask? Well, because I have a sh-ton of line edits to do for my next book, so I'm willing to do almost anything else (anyone have a sock drawer they need organized? I'm on my way).
And then I looked at my last blog post, and...I detect a theme.
Read any good books lately?
I've been listening to a lot of podcasts lately (another post on that the next time I have to procrastinate), but I listened to an audiobook last week that had me weeping as I drove to work (and not just because I didn't want to go to work). And then I was sobbing as I sat on the couch folding laundry. And then back to work. I don't know if I've ready anything that got to me this much since that stupid spider died (Charlotte's Web reference, sorry, I should have given a spoiler alert).
Don't you just love a book with so many feels?
Oh--what's the book? Here you go...
My Grandmother Asked Me To Tell You She's Sorry is by Swedish author Fredrick Backman (so kudos to the translator, too, since it's, you know, a translation and still made me cry buckets).
It's about a different sort of little girl named Elsa who's bullied at school, lives in a building with a bunch of weird neighbors, has a mom and step-dad who are about to produce a rival for their affections, and her Granny, who is Elsa's only friend. Elsa finds refuge in Granny's fairy tales about the land of Almost Awake--at least until Granny dies, which happens pretty early in the story (so it's not a spoiler, okay?).
Cue the first round of sobs.
Granny left Elsa clues for a quest, and it's through Elsa's search for envelopes and information about her weird neighbors, and the wonderfully allegorical fairy tales Granny told, that Elsa learns it's okay to be different.
Now I'm listening to A Man Called Ove, which I see from the website is going to be a Tom Hanks movie.
So. What are you reading? What's the last book that made you cry? And do you like books that make you cry, even without mass quantities of boxed pink wine?
3/24/2019 04:40:05 pm
This sounds awful. There's nothing good about psycho killers. So then why do we watch so much true crime? And read so many thrillers? Karen Slaughter, anyone?
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