Reading

For the first time in a long while, I haven't read the book we will be discussing at book club. The first chapter is about a teenager about to "age out" of a group home and on to the street.

It is beautifully written, but too heart-stopping for me.  I just can't do children in peril.

Instead, I shall concentrate on the friends who have returned after a long absence, the delightful champagne and the glorious French Brie (and seriously, doesn't it get any better than Brie? Did you know in France, it's considered bad form to lop off the tip of any cheese? Somehow this topic was never covered in any French civilization class that I took. And I took but one, and that from my Dad. I'm thinking I must have been absent on cheese etiquette day.)

You may have noticed the lemon tart is incomplete. I wanted to make sure it was up to the standards of the Lit Chix, who are just back from Boca Grande, Florida.

I started a list of what I was reading some time ago. See it on the right, just below the darling and wonderful followers of Naperville Now? In truth, my ability to stay up late reading deconstructed about a year ago, so it's taken me longer to finish a book than I'd like. (Isaacson's book about Stephen Jobs is fascinating. I'm still plowing through it. I kind of put Mark Twain aside for awhile. There's not nearly enough autobiographical stuff. And the print is teeny tiny. But I love Mark Twain, so return to it I shall. One day. Soon. Probably.)