I’m here. I’m here. Only I’ve had my nose in a book I couldn’t put down and it’s made me lazy in the evenings. Between Top Chef coming down to the wire and Downton Abbey eating up my Sunday nights and some yummy reads, I’ve been incommunicado during these short winter evenings. And I feel like I’d be remiss if I didn’t share with you the books that I’ve been eating up this winter. So here they are, in no particular order. Except the first. That one is intentional.
Don’t let the photo scare you off. My dad’s book is being rereleased by Simon and Schuster the first week of February. The first edition was so good. The new edition will knock your socks off. Read it. Then email me and tell me how lucky I am to have such a talented father who is clearly gifted and from whom I’ve obviously inherited incredible wit and stunning good looks, amongst other things.
Now, if you are looking for other things to read when you finish my dad’s book, here are few nuggets you’ll most definitely want to mine:
And a whole stack waiting for me, with titles like Running the Rift and Hattie Big Sky and another journey through Hinds Feet on High Places because I haven’t seen her in a bit and want to check in. And remember.
This is me being real. And wondering what you’re reading this snow day? Now I’m off to play another game of Blokus, which is our current fave. What’s yours?