I finished reading So Much for That by Lionel Shriver--one of those books I wish that I had never started or that I had just decided not to finish. Why is that such a hard thing? This book should have come with a strongly worded warning label: If you have the slightest tendency towards depression, do not attempt to read this book!
It's been a while since I have posted anything and even my reading your posts is falling by the wayside. I am in Florida now. I have a yard where little attention was spent on landscaping for the past years so I am slowly and (somewhat) methodically addressing that. I also volunteer to work at the pollinator garden and the edible garden I helped install at the UU grounds and I took over the volunteer job of cleaning out the overgrown community garden by my neighborhood mailboxes. The neighbor who was doing that got sick and could no longer attend to it. It's a bigger job than I'd thought at first -- not only overgrown with weeds, but the plants that are wanted there are in life and death competition for each others' spaces. And two walks a day, morning and evening, so Levi can keep up with addiction to canine social media and a daily rousing came of stick or ball midday take up another chunk of my time. I have a weekly meditation group that I co-facilitate, and my own ...
Awe-geez, I hate books like that. Thanks for the warning.
ReplyDeleteI hate books like that, too. But, I have a strange compulsion to finish reading them once I start. I don't know why I can't just toss them.
ReplyDeleteThanks a bunch, I will avoid that one. I too try to finish books I shouldn't. Can't count on one hand the books I have been able to ditch in 60 years of reading.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the warning! Like everyone else I will try to stick it out to the end of a book no matter how painful!
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