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Part 1 was ok. Part 2 looks better.

Huh? Anecdote out of nowhere about a “group of South Americans” taking some pregnant women to Antarctica so their offspring could claim some oil reserves as “natives of the region”? But the babies all died for a lack of bacteria? I’m gonna need more information.

Yeah, I think that’s what I’ll do: buy this on paper. I don’t want to rush this and the narrator is only OK (it’s a tough book to read, with all the different accents and voices).

This is much better. The only problem now is that I’m on a tight schedule to finish before this is due back. I turned up the speed for a few chapters and now it’s looking more manageable. I kind of wish I’d bought this on paper so I could linger with it.

Almost everyone in this book but the title characters is hot garbage. Impressive variety, but I don’t know that I want to spend an entire book with this parade.

This is about at the reading level of a magazine article. Some of it is basic (leave your leaves, No Mow May, test your soil), but there are some good, doable ideas here for simple DIY projects to encourage wildlife: Create a Butterfly Puddling Station, Build a Brush Pile, Hang a Pinecone Feeder.

Picked this up on a whim from a library display and now I’m relaxing with some nice garden pictures after having a day.

É quase que um Steinbeck com mais sol e pimenta, mais humor. O foco romântico, quase heróico em vidas econômica e geograficamente marginalizadas. Sem querer forçar a comparação, pra mim que me criei nos EUA a referência da mesma época (anos 1930) é essa.

Mas o Sem Pernas não compreendia que aquilo pudesse bastar. Ele queria uma coisa imediata, uma coisa que pusesse seu rosto sorridente e alegre, que o livrasse da necessidade de rir de todos e de rir de tudo. 2/2

Havia, é verdade, a grande liberdade das ruas. Mas havia também o abandono de qualquer carinho, a falta de todas as palavras boas. Pirulito buscava isso no céu, nos quadros de santo, nas flores murchas que trazia para Nossa Senhora das Sete Dores … 1/2

I hadn’t meant to reproach her. Maybe on some level I thought that such a fissure of straight-talking had now opened between us that it could displace years and years of complicated sediment, much of which existed out of sight, out of consciousness, just like that, in a word, an accusation disguised as a statement of fact: sister, this is how you made me feel.

“Haneen once compared Palestine to an exposed part of an electronic network, where someone has cut the rubber coating with a knife to show the wires and currents underneath.” 2/2

“A tent across the square housed a group of men sitting with placards, protesting in support of a hunger strike. Above them, Palestine flag bunting hung between the buildings, and the lamp posts were covered with stickers advertising the boycott movement.” 1/2

“I selected a few fat American paperbacks from the nineties and hauled them around with me. Submitting to their world was not easy. Maybe it was the subject matter. Sexual misdemeanors of middle-aged Jewish men living in Manhattan. The escapades of literary boys in Latin America.”

This audiobook is a tough listen and I’m tapped out. The reader is great but this is a book that is best read on paper, the better to keep track of names, places and dates. I will try again on paper.

This book is great for is learning more about the geography of Eastern Europe and Central Asia. I thought the audiobook would be good for hearing words pronounced in different languages, but it’s slow going and doesn’t lend itself to listening while doing other things—too much stopping to go back for dates and places, then find those places on the map.

This is cute.

Dragging a little. Sped up the narration a notch, at least until something happens.

Fell asleep listening to the first spicy scene. Oops.

I’ve had this book and looked into it, but tonight at bedtime I picked it up on a whim and started reading on page 1. I was in bed recovering as the gardening season drew to a close and missed some of the harvest. Now I’m excited for next season and what I’ll plant.

If I’m going to read about feelings and families it should be straightforward, written by Anne Tyler, and set in Baltimore, *cough* not some soap opera disguised as a thriller about a woman lost in the woods *cough*

We’re done here.

Uh…. That’s not very mysterious.

She said Leominster right. That’s a relief.

The reader says Appa-LAY-shin not Appa-LATCH-in. Little grating. But onward.

I’m sticking to audiobooks for the rest of the year as I try to finish a craft project in time for Christmas. This is good so far. The parts about the logistics of America’s First World War are a little dry, but the domestic political fallout is fascinating.

I thought after my Spanish historical doorstop I’d want something light and funny, but when the dragon showed up I kind of lost interest. It turns out what I really wanted was another realistic novel about flawed people, heavy on geopolitics. I’m not saying I won’t still read Terry Pratchett at some point, just not right now.

I’m going to have to buy the hardcopy, hardcover be damned. For one, I need to go back and check on earlier chapters, and for two I love this and will need to own it.

I’ve heard from strong readers who have had trouble with this book because the characters were so unpleasant. In the first chapter I agreed, wondering how much I could read about such an obnoxious child. Then the plot opened up to a background of geopolitical turmoil and I was hooked. I love it when geopolitical factors interact with personal lives. I can take more for that than for just interpersonal awkwardness.

This is good. A tough listen, but good.