I’ve been doing more reading than writing lately. I seem to go in phases like that; right now, I need to absorb words more than I need to generate them. I stayed up late last night finishing The Widower’s Tale by Julia Glass. It was exactly what I’d been needing in a novel: it was easy enough to get into, it moved along quickly enough, but had enough depth of plot and character that I wasn’t bored. I love the last fifty or sixty pages of a good novel – the climb to the climax and then the gentle resolution – especially when you read it all in one sitting, almost without breathing, so that when you read the last page and finally close the book, you look around and realize you’d left the world for awhile and it takes a minute to reorient yourself.
Today, as if on cue, my order from Amazon arrived. I have a new book-ordering rule: only two at a time. Enough to pass the $25 mark and get the free shipping, but not so many that they will sit on my desk for months without being read. Today’s order included Rob Bell’s new book, Love Wins, which I am anxious to read (and, judging from the size of the type, won’t take too long…), and Eugene Peterson’s memoir. If the stories he told at the Collegeville Institute two summers ago were any indication, I’m in for a treat.
So, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to read. I’ll report back soon.