It started with Sue Miller’s Monogamy. With that title, I expected a love story but Miller delivered something else. With infidelity and death mixed into romantic interludes, the story left me feeling sour.
I went on to read Eleanor Lipman’s new short novel, available now only on Kindle, and to be published after election day. I thought I could laugh at the bumbling episodes of Rachel to the Rescue, with a fictional satire on Trump’s incompetence and infidelity, but I couldn’t. Maybe after the election – depending on who wins.
Finally, I turned to Sophie Kinsella – surely, she would save me from the world. With the title Love Your Life, it promised a fantasy love affair somewhere in the Mediterranean, but, alas, it is not published yet.
Amor Towles has a new short story with a welcoming title – You Have Arrived at Your Destination but it’s only available on audio, and I can’t find my earphones.
Not even the Barefoot Contessa with her new Modern Comfort Food could save me. The pictures were sumptuous but did not motivate me to get into the kitchen and cook. If only Ina did takeout.
Must be me, right? I’ve ordered books from two of my favorite inde bookstores, but it’s so long ago – they are coming by media mail – I’ve forgotten what I bought. I’m pretty sure the new Ken Follett book is in the package, and, if it ever gets here, should keep me busy for a while.
In the meantime, back to watching movies and taking naps.