AAAAAAAAAAAND FOR THE THIRD TIME IN EIGHT DAYS…
PBS recently launched a show called The Great American Read. I’ve already gone into absurd amounts of details in other posts, so I’ll spare the repeat visitors, and if you don’t know what I’m talking about, click here. Okay, that’s done.
Anywho, one of the major pluses of actually watching the show instead of just reading the list was that people were talking about why they loved a book. And clearly I’m a sucker for people telling me they loved a book. I’m a book blogger. So there’s now a kajillion books that I like, HAVE to read, that I can’t believe I’ve never read before, and that I’m hitting myself trying to figure out when I’m going to squeeze them in.
New to My TBR
I just don’t think I had any idea what this book was about. I’ll be honest, I thought it was by Ernest Hemingway, who I can’t stand, so I have no one to blame but myself. They read aloud a short passage, and it sounded so touching and heartbreaking and amazing. Continue reading