Hm… Now considering the advantages of paying attention to unattended purses. Please do not do the Anna Delvey accent. Fingernails on a blackboard. I read an article recently about Catharine O'Hara's fabulous Schitt's Creek accent. Do that. My mom was a children's librarian, and my older sister was a reference librarian. I'd like to tell you they are not scary, but it would not be the truth. My ability to read has diminished as my book stack has risen. I used to read constantly. I have multiple long-term injuries from reading. There was the time in Chicago I kicked my foot into a floor humidifier in the dark as I read on my way to get a glass of water. I had to get a zillion stitches (twice, the ER guy was a newbie), and still have a Harry Potter-style scar on my foot. And there was the time I ran the fiction section of a Palo Alto bookstore and fell down the stairs while continuing to read after my break was over. I tore my ankle ligaments and was in a series of casts for months. Reading is a dangerous hobby. My current read is Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont from a Bowalla box. If you don't know of Boxwalla boxes, you need them. The owners, Lavanya and Sandeep, are wizards of film, skincare, makeup, and books. It's all next level. I'm also reading Maud Newton's Ancestor Trouble, have Olga Tocarczuk's The Books of Jacob, translated by Jennifer Croft, in the queue (from Boxwalla; I wish I had a book group for it), and Emily St. John Mandel's latest, Sea of Tranquility, waiting for me at my Indie. Recently, I read all of Mandel in chronological order as part of my attempt to get my reading habit back. I'm a work in progress. I'm in awe of all you're doing, Ms. Aarons, and await your books. I also appreciate your humor amidst the life we are living now.
Hm… Now considering the advantages of paying attention to unattended purses. Please do not do the Anna Delvey accent. Fingernails on a blackboard. I read an article recently about Catharine O'Hara's fabulous Schitt's Creek accent. Do that. My mom was a children's librarian, and my older sister was a reference librarian. I'd like to tell you they are not scary, but it would not be the truth. My ability to read has diminished as my book stack has risen. I used to read constantly. I have multiple long-term injuries from reading. There was the time in Chicago I kicked my foot into a floor humidifier in the dark as I read on my way to get a glass of water. I had to get a zillion stitches (twice, the ER guy was a newbie), and still have a Harry Potter-style scar on my foot. And there was the time I ran the fiction section of a Palo Alto bookstore and fell down the stairs while continuing to read after my break was over. I tore my ankle ligaments and was in a series of casts for months. Reading is a dangerous hobby. My current read is Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont from a Bowalla box. If you don't know of Boxwalla boxes, you need them. The owners, Lavanya and Sandeep, are wizards of film, skincare, makeup, and books. It's all next level. I'm also reading Maud Newton's Ancestor Trouble, have Olga Tocarczuk's The Books of Jacob, translated by Jennifer Croft, in the queue (from Boxwalla; I wish I had a book group for it), and Emily St. John Mandel's latest, Sea of Tranquility, waiting for me at my Indie. Recently, I read all of Mandel in chronological order as part of my attempt to get my reading habit back. I'm a work in progress. I'm in awe of all you're doing, Ms. Aarons, and await your books. I also appreciate your humor amidst the life we are living now.