I HAD to bookmark the following book reviews:
The Secret Rooms by Catherine Bailey. From the NYT Book Review:
But it soon emerges that John’s son sealed these rooms after his father’s death. “He knew there was something bad in there,” a family member tells Bailey, “but he couldn’t bring himself to confront it.”
World War 1. Crazy upperclass English family. MYSTERY! I am so reading this. One day.
And then then this one, about the orchestra during the siege of Leningrad, oh dear GOD. I think I want to read this one? I am still reading WWII books, though I have a staunch anti-Holocaust book policy. Those stories never leave my brain. But while I've read about the Holocaust since I was a kid (is this a disturbing fascination visited upon every even slightly Jewish child like myself?), the Siege of Leningrad is a relatively new event in my collection of historical horrors and thus I consider reading. There's a sentence in the review that gets at generally why I read these things:
The battle descriptions are of course atrocious, but the street scenes perhaps horrify more, because soldiers expect to suffer and die, while people going about their daily chores are simply us in another time and another country.
"Simply us." I don't know if I'll actually read this, though I'd like to. Just like I'm interested in visiting St. Petersburg one day, just to stand there and remember what happened.
I am half interested in a North Korea book. Do you have one? The one by the camp escapee is the only one I really know of, and I still haven't decided if I want to go there. (Because that one is happening NOW. And what in the WORLD can I do about it?)
Have you ever seen liberal commentator Kirsten Powers on Fox News? Are you going to turn up your nose and say you never watch Fox News? FINE. I'm outing myself. Here's her story about becoming a Christian. Love it.
I am two episodes into the Veronica Mars rewatch project. Obvs you must join me.
Oh, here we go. Welcome to another of my Lifelong Obsessions: Top 10 Bermuda Triangle Theories.
The new Charles Todd/Inspector Rutledge mystery comes out in DAYS, people. DAYS. I, of course, pre-ordered it in October. If Meredith Channing does not make an appearance I shall positively DIE.
Maybe you read the Atlantic cover story on anxiety? It floored me. I deeply appreciate other people describing their demons in print. I had the same experience reading this story that I did reading Dooce back when she wrote about her postpartum madness - I may struggle, but my struggles are miniscule in comparison. It's not very nice of me, but it does make me feel better. Or at least help me to see how it could be much much worse. And Scott Stossel's experience is so much worse. It seems that no one experiences anxiety the same way, but we can still relate. The line I remember from this story is how he described the onslaught of anxiety as "existential dread". Thank God I haven't felt that way in years, but I remember it exactly. I will have to read his book when it comes out.