I am onto a new book, done with the old, happily. I am always sorry to read a book that I feel like is a waste of precious time; but glad for the great book club conversation we had about The Time Traveler’s Wife. I also really like the idea of stretching myself to read books others have found or are finding to be fascinating, it is one of the ways to grow. But not when it is totally annoying and choppy like this one was. This new book we are reading, The Color of Water, by James McBride, promises to be a moving memoir of the struggles of raising twelve children in Harlem, NY in the 60’s. James McBrides’ mother was a Jewish woman who would never admit she was not African American to her kids, church, or community even though I am pretty sure it would have been obvious! Anyway, what a neat story I am about to read. James McBride seems to be a real renaissance man; an award winning musician, author, and speaker.
I am treasuring Harriet the Spy, taking it nice and slowly, because it is so funny and good. I am trying to glean what I can for my own writing and for the pure enjoyment of it.
I am also reading the prayer journal my sister Holly got me, and loving it.