- I purchased Mockingjay the morning it was released at the Brookline Booksmith (my favorite indie). I was a little nervous about just how long I’d have to wait in line to get it–I only had about half an hour before I had to get back on the bus to be at work in time, and if I was the type to bite my nails, they would have been to the quick because of my worry I wouldn’t be able to get my hands on it. So imagine my surprise upon finding only one other customer in the store! And she wasn’t even buying Mockingjay! I had to break out my Blackberry and check out everyone’s tweets to be sure I hadn’t imagined the excitement.
- In subsequent news, I am officially anti-epilogue. And note to self: Do not leave books you really want to read on your work desk when you can’t read them for hours. It will bring unnecessary anxiety.
- I started listening to The Boy With a Cuckoo Clock Heart by Mathias Malzieu on Friday because it is narrated by Jim Dale (who also narrated the Harry Potter series). It’s not exactly my favorite book, but hearing Jim Dale repeatedly say “cunnilingus” is a life event every one should experience. …Or not, your choice.
- Book candy alert! I listen to a lot of audio books at work because a) the Boston Public Library has an amazing online collection that you can download, b) because I’m actually allowed to use my iPod at work, and c) it helps block out the conversations about Lady Parts and giving birth that my co-workers partake in on an almost-daily basis. This past week, I discovered Harlan Coben mysteries, and listened to not one, not two, but three of them. They are total ear candy, similar to watching a Law & Order: SVU marathon on television and bringing a similar guilty-pleasure feeling. (I kind of loved them.)
I attempted to listen to a Philip Roth novel this month; I’d never read anything by him before and I figured it was about time. My mistake was to choose The Humbling, a novella involving a past-his-prime actor who tries to reclaim his glory by exacting power over a masculine lesbian (dressing her up in sexy lady lingerie and having, uh, “hot” heterosexual sex with her). “Hot” is in quotes not because of the hetero-sex, but the ABSOLUTELY GROSS over-the-top descriptions of their interludes. I highly recommend this book to anyone who would like to be celibate.
- Despite that tragic experience, I will be trying another Philip Roth novel. I received The Plot Against America through Paperback Swap, a book recommended by Frank Rich in his excellent book The Greatest Story Ever Sold. Roth’s book is a speculative fiction work, on the premise of what could have happened had Franklin Roosevelt lost the Presidential election and the anti-Semitic pilot Charles Lindbergh had won. I have much higher hopes for that one, especially since it seems unlikely that there will be gratuitous, nauseating sex scenes.