I’m terribly late at writing about books I’ve finished ages ago and, as you see, not terribly present on this blog, due to lots of work and stressful family events. I’m a bit under the weather, to say the least. But I’ve always loved Thanksgiving, even though I’m no American and very very far away from any turkey, stuffing, cranberries, pumpkin pies (I still have mashed potatoes though… and starch is comfort food by excellence, I should probably try it!)
On the writing side, I’ve started a Thankfulness diary, to force me to see things on the bright side and record those tiny events that make up a life but never go recorded anywhere (an idea instilled by Bloglily ages ago). But it’s very personal and I don’t think I can share anything here. It feels nice to have a notebook in my purse and to scribble stuff during my commute.
On the reading side, I’ve finished Eat Pray Love and half-wrote a half-enthusiastic review about it. But I’m truly grateful for Fred Vargas novels, that are zany, suspenseful and funny enough to give me some breathing space. I’m in no mood for complicated books right now.
So I wish you all a very peaceful and joyful Thanksgiving!