A friend passed along a little stack of books a couple weeks ago...all deemed worth a read, she said. I immediately plunged in to Go Set a Watchman, and liked it a lot. Lots of people have already commented on it, so I'll leave it at that. Also in the pile was Ann Patchett's State of Wonder. I read that. I think. Scientists in the Amazon, right? I was on an Ann Patchett 'kick' a while ago. Bel Canto is one of my favorite of all favorite books. Loved Run. Magician's Assistant...a good read. I know I read State of Wonder. (Didn't I?)
To make an ongoing story short(er) and succint....nothing about this wonderful book is stimulating me to remember what happens next, but nothing comes as a surprise except the fact that I truly did not remember how beautifully it is written. I can only vaguely guess at what is next, marvel that I had forgotten such poignant parts of the storyline, relish the details. In other words, I guess I'm having the proverbial 'senior' experience. I could tell you, yes..I read this before, and yes...I really liked it. Now, I'm rereading it and loving it as if this was the first and only time I set eyes on it.
I wonder (am I having my own State of Wonder?) if that's also why I can put down my Tokyo Shawl for a day, and pick it up again with the same love with which I cast on? (now that's a scary thought.)
In the upper part of the picture are some plain vanilla man-socks that keep me company during the CandyMan's baseball games. (If you follow me on Instagram---I'm woolythyme1---you have already seen these and have watched the progress.) He plays two games back-to-back (the punishment joy of being on both the JV and Varsity teams) sometimes three times a week. Hubby should have a drawer-full of new socks and my daughter should have her mitered square blanket finished by the end of the season.
We both are already suffering from bleacher butt.
joining Ginny for yarnalong