You may notice this post is going out Sunday night rather than the usual morning hours. It’s been a long, long week. Because the bakery where I work now is short staffed, I was scheduled for 40 hours because school hasn’t yet started. That’s 40 hours standing on a cement floor. I don’t know how the other employees do it. Each night I would hobble into the house and conduct Nick like a one-man orchestra on what needed done and how. Friday after work I had orientation at my new school, Goshen College. I definitely ugly cried in my car right before I went inside because my feet killed, which was not great because I had to do a rapid covid test and get my ID photo. Both came out fine. No, it was not the brain-checker covid test; I sent an email to find out first.
Then I got home, hobbled upstairs and cried some more because I was so tired and didn’t have things done that needed to be done, like wrapping my nephew’s birthday present, before we left early Saturday morning for Mt. Pleasant. We have not been to my home town since mid-March of 2020, meaning I haven’t seen my brother or his wife since then. We swam at my parents’ house and had three-birthday cake and ice cream (Biscuit, my sister-in-law, and nephew were all born in August), and then four of us adults — my spouse, brother, sister-in-law, and I — watched Terrifier at night, in the dark, in their garage. My brother couldn’t seem to describe the movie as torture porn horror vs. really gory horror, so we all had to watch it together. Since the movie was not free on Amazon Prime, commercials for peanut butter and under-eye makeup kept coming on, which was rather funny. Meanwhile, my brother’s new dog kept trying to eat the shoes right off my feet.
I just got home and am now typing this because I didn’t have time yesterday! I’m behind on reading blog posts, reading comments, reading emails, reading for book club. Just behind in general. Tomorrow is the first day of classes, so I’m going to spend time checking out the campus and finding the important stuff, like the library, and will catch up on everything.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
A number of you had questions about MEAN Little deaf Queer by Terry Galloway, and they were good questions, too, ones that pertained to the author’s personality. As a result of reviewing a memoir, one I don’t particularly agree with, I know I seemed wishy washy in my feelings about it. The challenge with memoirs is reviewers should evaluate the quality of the work, not the facts and feelings of the author’s life.
The last book in Mercedes Lackey’s Herald Spy trilogy took on a different angle and pacing compared to other books featuring the same cast of characters. To be honest, I haven’t read comments from my review yet, so I have no idea what you all have said, but I do hope a couple of folks answered the discussion question for Closer to the Chest.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POSTS
A paranormal erotica author and a literary award-winning author meet up at a conference where attendees have no clue these two writers knew each other back when they were just old enough to change each other’s lives forever. Review of Seven Days in June by Tia Williams on Tuesday.
Who is Beth Gilstrap? Writer, editor, educator, weirdo? Come back on Thursday for my latest Meet the Writer feature.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 242
Owned Books on TBR Today: 210
No new books added to TBR this week.