I just finished attacking Black Dogs by Ian McEwan, and now I'm starting to devour A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg. I would recommend Black Dogs to anyone. It deals with the nature of evil, memory bias, communism, religion versus science, speaking up for the weak and abused, and I think it is just an important book. Period.
As far as Ms. Wizenberg goes, I teared up at least three times while reading it last night. What is it about discussion of the kitchen table that primes my tear duct pumps?
My favorite lines from the introduction:
"Dinner didn't come through a swinging door, balanced on the arm of an anonymous waiter: it was something that we made together. We built our family that way--in the kitchen, seven nights a week. We built a life for ourselves, together around that table. And although I couldn't admit it then, my father was showing me, in his pleasure and in his pride, how to live it: wholly, hungrily, loudly."
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I'm adding both of those to my summer reading list, which is getting mighty long already! That passage was really lovely, I can see how you might be tearing up throughout a book like that.
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