7 Quick Takes Friday (Vol. 21)
I just finished reading Little Bee by Chris Cleave. I will not tell you too much about it, as per the author's instructions on the back of the book, but I will say that I enjoyed it, but felt emotionally exhausted after reading it. Do not read if you are in a sad mood already, or if you are in a happy mood and you would like to stay that way. Really, though, it was good. Just sad.
I realized as I was reading Little Bee that it is the third book that I have read in the past few years where one of the characters cuts off his or her own finger. The other two, in case you are looking for that sort of thing, are The Mermaid Chair and Cutting for Stone. Is this a common occurrence in literature, or have I just gotten lucky lately? I mean, seriously, people, stop it with the self-amputation, would you? You are grossing me out.
Another book I read recently, this one for my book club, was This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper. Unlike the others I just mentioned, it is quite humorous. It reminded me a lot of The Royal Tenenbaums. If you thought that movie was funny, you might try this book. I will warn you, though, it is definitely R-rated.
I considered making this a Saturday edition of 7QT Friday, but I think I am going to slip this one in under the wire. Kurt and I just got back from dinner at Shaw's Tavern. A big shout goes out to Tali, a member of our babysitting co-op, who tended the little Runge chickens while we were at dinner. We got back at 8:45, so clearly we know how to live it up. As I type this (9:05), I believe Kurt is already sleeping. Which frees me up to run down these quick takes before I too fall prey to the curse of the Friday Night Parent.
What, you haven't heard of the curse of the Friday Night Parent? This must be because you either a) do not have children or b) have children that love you enough to sleep past 6 am. The way this curse works is that no matter how badly you want to make Friday feel like a weekend night by staying up late, you end up falling asleep at 9:30, which is just as well because your precious offspring have no respect for your need to sleep in on the weekend. Cursed, I say.
Isabel and I went on an epic journey to get the oil changed today, and while we were waiting for that to happen, we engaged in a little literary tourism. We stopped in at the Mount Pleasant Library in Columbia Heights. If you live in DC and have a three-year-old and are unhappy with your library's selection of Easy Readers, this is your place. Iz and I picked up four Mr. Putter and Tabby books that Elijah and I have not yet read. So that's what I'll be up to this weekend when I am not...
...visiting the National Museum of the American Indian for some drum time. Taking the train to go play some drums = Elijah's version of heaven. Too bad it doesn't start until 11, by which time we will have been up for five hours already. Oh well. Seize the day, as they say.