Here are a couple of engrossing reads for the holiday weekend. No pilgrims, no arguments over who washes the turkey pan, not so much as a hand-turkey elementary school art project in either of these, I promise. Either will get you through a long layover in the airport, the shame of being seated at the “kids’ table,” or a light case of tryptophan stupor. One may even act as a cautionary tale and keep you from over-gorging.
Posts from the ‘Sensible Shoes: Book Reviews’ Category
Having never read Ruth Ozeki, I approached this novel with some trepidation. It sounded like a real yard sale of elements: a teenage girl’s diary (possibly authored by a victim of the Fukushima disaster), Zen monks, time travel, schoolgirl fetishists, kamikaze pilots, quantum physics,… Read more
I’ve just finished two very different books, but realized that they had a common thread after all: the places you end up by listening to your heart (or possibly your ego, libido, or a combination of all the above). The books are Davy Rothbart’s My Heart is an Idiot: Essays and Kathy Ebel’s Claudia Silver to the Rescue. Read more
This novel answers the question “how far can an inappropriately shared video go on the internet?” Take a group of teenagers partying in a house with absent parents, add alcohol, a spurned 8th grade girl, and a smart phone, and you’ll quickly find out. Read more