After a cozy morning of reading and blogging, I was so looking forward to my CPK lunch. But…my car wouldn’t start. Sigh.
I called Triple A, hoping it was just the battery…and it was. But it was an hour and a half later before I sat down and ordered my soup, my margarita, and later…this pumpkin cheesecake.
I think I rewarded myself a lot for the waiting.
While I had my lunch, I started reading All the Best People, by Sonja Yoerg. I’ve had the book on Pippa since May. Why did I wait so long?
Here’s a blurb:
Vermont, 1972. Carole LaPorte has a satisfying, ordinary life. She cares for her children, balances the books for the family’s auto shop and laughs when her husband slow dances her across the kitchen floor. Her tragic childhood might have happened to someone else.
But now her mind is playing tricks on her. The accounts won’t reconcile and the murmuring she hears isn’t the television. She ought to seek help, but she’s terrified of being locked away in a mental hospital like her mother, Solange. So Carole hides her symptoms, withdraws from her family and unwittingly sets her eleven-year-old daughter Alison on a desperate search for meaning and power: in Tarot cards, in omens from a nearby river and in a mysterious blue glass box belonging to her grandmother.
An exploration of the power of courage and love to overcome a damning legacy, All the Best People celebrates the search for identity and grace in the most ordinary lives.
Gripping, right? I hope to spend the day savoring this one before starting Poison, which is being released November 21…and I suddenly feel as though the deadline is looming.
Cass and Ryan Connor have achieved family nirvana. With three kids between them, a cat and a yard, a home they built and feathered, they seem to have the Modern Family dream. Their family, including Cass’ two children from previous relationships, has recently moved to Portland —a new start for their new lives. Cass and Ryan have stable, successful careers, and they are happy. But trouble begins almost imperceptibly. First with small omissions and white lies that happen daily in any marital bedroom. They seem insignificant, but they are quickly followed by a series of denials and feints that mushroom and then cyclone in menace.
My reading week looks delightful, doesn’t it? I hope to also do some clothes shopping this week, as I desperately want something new for the holidays.
Tomorrow a friend and I will have lunch…and then see Murder on the Orient Express.
When I got home from lunch, I watched The Glass Castle On Demand. Loved seeing it again.
What does your upcoming week look like?