i read four books on my trip to chicago. four. i don't remember the last time i read four books in a week. no, no. that's not true. i do. it was fall, 2003 - on our trip to italy. that was the last time i let myself relax enough to read four books in one week. this is the clip i read at through high school and college and occasionally when i've allowed myself the indulgence as a grown up.
the cover of this book cracked me up. also, i'm cynical skeptic who has to stop herself from rolling her eyes at yoga talk from my yoga loving husband or you know, in YOGA CLASS (because even i understand the health benefits of yoga.) so, i found the whole thing appealing.
i started reading this before i left for chicago but it became clear quickly that this would probably be most fun if i read parts out loud to kateri. i did and it was. it also prompted some hilarious conversations between shawn and i.
three words: urine therapy. ew.
this was a beautifully told story about love and loss, betrayal, mistakes, more mistakes, wilderness, friendship and forgiveness and a hiking boot. i'd be lying if i said i didn't cry the last 50 or so pages.
i also read vincent price: a daughter's biography by victoria price. i've always loved vincent price, since my horror movie education started early. in my mind though, he was sort of cheesy. awesomely so but still. i recently watched theater of blood and realized that cleary i did not have the full story on vincent price. so, i asked my mom1 about the movie and him and she said enough2 that i knew i wanted to read more. i'm so glad i did. it was all really interesting and i have a new respect for the man.
i only brought three books so when syndy told me to check out uncharted books in logan square, i did not argue. its a nice shop in a sweet location with a great shop dog named ramona. anyway, i bought this:
i loved it. its like defending your life with laurie notaro and my grandma. not everyone would understand why that would be awesome but trust me and read the book. you'll laugh out loud and where's the bad in that?
1 my mom isn't like the other moms.
2 she saw it at the drive thru with my father, before i was born. he apparently puked out the car window.