I finished this book quite a while ago, but don’t really want to review it because I just didn’t like it at all.
It made me smile once or twice, but I spent the majority of the book just wishing it would end. Also, I kept hearing Sedaris’ voice reading it in my head – not to say that I don’t love his voice, but he speaks much slower than I read and I kept tripping over the difference.
Not “tripping” as in “drugs,” “tripping” as in stumbling because one half of my brain wanted to read twice as fast as the other half.
After this book I started reading Jonathan Ames‘ “The Extra Man,” which was a book I was really excited about. After reading some of his shorter stuff, falling in love with his TV show and his tweets, and watching his adorable appearance on Craig Ferguson where he kept accidentally talking about his penis, I was really excited to dive in to one of his longer books.
But after the first chapter, I felt … well I felt like it was too much about men. And I can’t read it right now because of that. Maybe later, when feeling too much “man” in the air doesn’t make me ill.
Anyway, on to greener pastures. Virginia Woolf, I haven’t talked to you since high school and am thrilled to renew our acquaintence.
And for today’s prompt. It’s a multi-part question so I’ll split it up.
What would your dream home/apartment/condo/yurt look like? Guh. I don’t know. I do know that it would be tidier than my house is now. Grady’s favorite thing is to turn tidiness into chaos, and it’s making me all twitchy – which is strange because I’m usually so uncomfortable in overly-tidy places. There would be colorful walls and a crazy-ass garden in the front yard that would keep my neighbors away, and a room that only I am allowed in where I can knit in peace, and crocheted/knitted blankets everywhere and space for creativity and work.
Where would it be? Sometimes I like living in Utah. But the results of this year’s election really make me want to leave. I really don’t have enough experience anywhere else to say. Generally I feel like my roots are planted so deep here, and that leaving would do more harm than good – even though I can tell the good would be immense. In any case, I’m staying in Utah for the rest of my father’s life, without question.
Who’d live in it with you? I’ve been pretty lonely lately, so this answer will probably (hopefully) eventually become more picky. But right now, the answer is just someone. Someone I can talk with and relate to and share with and help. And Grady, of course.