I know all I seem to talk about on here every other day is books.
I can't help myself.
I think this sign would be a perfectly cozy addition to my guest room/office that is beginning to define itself with books.
Since being sick lately, I've checked out more redbox movies in one week than husband and I have watched all summer.
Movies have some serious ground to make up on books.
Half the movies I started, I turned off.
A book whose mention here will not be new to anyone is The Help by Kathryn Stockett.
I opened the novel's first pages at a symphony concert and Jay Pritzker this summer, and I knew after the first page I was gonna love.
The story made me laugh out loud and then feel deeply grieved, both within the space of a chapter, even a page.
The depiction of post-slavery employment for black women in Jackson, MS is, by Stockett's hand, intelligent, creative, and stirring.
I cried and laughed, in equal measure.
I do really want to see the movie, because the book was over too soon, and I heard the movie got good reviews.
Steph? What say you?
See this blog post about the importance of reading fiction.