chicating

Stayed up a bit too late last night reading one of the books I got over Christmas. Knew I was doing it, but it kind of felt like it had been a minute since I was into anything(my real life pales next to my dreams anyway. Like crumbs vs. croissants, I can’t help thinking, even though I am grateful for how people have stepped up to keep my life going as Mom recuperates. (Activist Brain wishes that were better, actually, but I have had a taste of that “It takes a village,” thing, just not enough to believe it’s a dominant principle in American life. Wonder if it’s Phoenix, or us, that’s kind of bad at building community. Wish we had one right now)
“Lessons In Chemistry” https://www.amazon.com/Lessons-Chemistry-Novel-Bonnie-Garmus/dp/038554734X was a fresh, flying car of a book that reminded me a bit of “Where Did You Go, Bernadette?” Except maybe the quirkiness was more effective in “Lessons” –I liked both books, but if quirky or anachronistic bugs you, you might want o read some other things.