I had a couple of half-formed ideas of things to write about today, but they’re pretty much gone. Or far enough away that I don’t have more than a sentence. You know, like how Jess’s phone called me without her knowledge this afternoon, and how I can’t get enough avocado lately, so I was terribly disappointed when I asked to have avocado added to my sandwich from Panera this evening and they left it off and I didn’t realize until I got home and then it was too late and I was sad. I had avocado in my salad for lunch (Au Bon Pain – spinach, egg, bacon, avocado, chicken, black beans, honey mustard, and a little more avocado – oh wow good), so it’s not like I had to get through the whole day avocado-less. Just dinner.
Mom has made some really good book choices lately. The last two books I read (well, the one I’m reading now and the one I just read) were her recommendations, and I am very happy with them. That’s not to say that her recommendations aren’t normally trustworthy – they very much are – but sometimes I need more persuading. Maybe I’m just being stubborn for no reason. Or for the same reason John gets stubborn he’s looking for his next book and I send a continuous stream of suggestions his way. Suggestion overload! Anyway, I think the best thing – okay, best things about these latest two are a) I knew almost nothing about them before I read them, and 2) they are not at all similar to each other but are both really good. And good to read back to back, for reasons I have not yet thought out. And I really like that I hardly knew anything about them. Mom told me the premise of The Age of Miracles, but she told me absolutely nothing about Gone Girl, and I think I kind of prefer it that way. John and I work pretty hard to avoid spoilers for movies and TV shows, avoiding just about anything that mentions them. We really like going into these things with no preconceptions. With books, you’ve usually got the cover, the blurb on the back, some expectation based on the genre or author or something. With Gone Girl, since I’m reading it on the Kindle, I don’t have anything but the title and the author’s name. In the long run, I can see how that might make it difficult to decide what to read next since I often decide based on what genre I’m in the mood for, but once in a while starting a book completely in the dark about it is fun.
Speaking of my book, I’d really like to read it now, so, you know. Bye.