by Yuval Noah Harari
(Re-read)
I literally had trouble putting this down when I first read it.
Upon revisiting about 10 years later, I’d say it definitely starts stronger than it ends.
(I mean, here we are.)
by Yuval Noah Harari
(Re-read)
I literally had trouble putting this down when I first read it.
Upon revisiting about 10 years later, I’d say it definitely starts stronger than it ends.
(I mean, here we are.)

Dyeing gray for a rather gray day.
So tired. For no ostensibly good reason. I’m blaming Hell Week, of which this is Day 1. One week out of four has been Hell Week for the past few years, and getting worse. Well, I’ll show you, estrogen. I don’t need you. I’m gonna kick your butt.

Toady who lives in/on/under/between our front porch.
by Andrew O’Hagan
This book was long, confusing, and long. I did get a hang of who all the characters were by the end, but it’s the kind of book that gives you a “cast of characters” list up front. I NEVER use such lists. I refuse to do that kind of work for a novel. If I can’t keep track of who’s who, you’re doing a bad job as a novelist.
Reading it on Kindle I had no realistic idea how long it was going to be. If I’d picked it up in real life, I probably would have put it down again.
I can appreciate it as a pretty well-written piece of lit. But it was kind of a downer. Not many good things happen.
by Lucy Grealy
So much pain.
This is a childhood cancer memoir, though the wonderful afterword by Ann Patchett does not want you to think of it as a cancer memoir, but as a beautiful piece of writing. OK, but it’s about a girl who went to chemo every single week for two years.
And SPOILER alert. I found myself thinking, “I can’t believe they killed her father and both her horses!!!” I don’t know why my mind phrased it that way, “they”, as if it were a movie, rather than a true story. But yeah. It’s not bad enough she has bone cancer and disfigurement.
I was planning to go on to Ann Patchett’s TRUTH AND BEAUTY next, which is about the adult friendship between Patchett and Grealy, but I just felt like I’d had enough. So much pain.

It served the purpose and suited our tastes.
But it obviously paled in comparison to Yellowstone 2023.
Oh wait, I promised you thrills, chills, & spills:
Thrills: Discovering I could actually enjoy kayaking; seeing God at Irely Lake.
Chills: The days on the beach. Brr.
Spills: I think Xopher did actually fall down once or twice, but getting stung by an insect under his tongue was the biggest mishap.

Marina in Olympia, capital of WA, with the capitol dome in the background. Note my correct spellings there both times.

I saw God here. I said, “I love you, God!!” He said, “I don’t care about you.” “Boy, that’s a relief,” I thought.

Got a glimpse of those snow-capped peaks in the background.

We didn’t see any Roosevelt Elk. Just deer.