I’m now reading The English Major by Jim Harrison and I think it’s the best of all his books. You want to call up his main character and say, Hey, Cliff, come on over for dinner and let’s talk – I want to hear more of your thoughts on farming and politics and sex and love and literature.  Both my husband and my brother had read it before I did, and they both kept telling me they didn’t want it to end, they were savoring it in small bites. I know exactly what they meant; I’m allowing myself just one chapter a day. (While also reading other books –  Nora Gallagher’s memoir Things Seen and Unseen, and a novel, Behind the Scenes in the Museum by the amazing Kate Atkinson)

Last week I read Love by Toni Morrison. It’s a gorgeous book. Weird and funny and heart breaking and mysterious. Maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t really understand what was going on until the second part of the book.  But my confusion was okay cause the writing was so breathtaking – like a prose poem.  I read the first eight pages about three times, gave up on understanding it, and then read it again when I finished the book and finally got it. On the other hand the very first paragraph of her book Jazz can make you cry for that parrot.

Let us know about more wonderful books. (Click on Comments) Or books to avoid.  Or chime in about any writing problems, revelations – whatever.