Annnnnnnnd… exhale. We’re moved. It’s not the end of this crazy moving journey – there are at least one, maybe two more moves ahead of us before we finally find our forever home, and I’m hoping that we won’t be in our current situation for long. But we’ve earned a brief respite and a sigh of relief. After some last-minute histrionics by our buyers (that ended in us insisting that they sign a general release, because the trust on our side was absolutely gone) we made it through the closing and we’re officially free of a house that, while it is a lovely house, had proven to just not be right for us. And now we’re back to living in a sea of boxes again – but it feels like we’ve cleared a major hurdle.
I’m still swamped with work and running around, so haven’t had much time for reading. But what I have read has been good – really good.
Last week I finally got around to reading The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. I’ve been meaning to read it forever and had made more mental notes than I can count of the fact that my in-laws had it on their bookshelf. So after months and months of thinking, “I really want to read that; I should borrow it from Dad and Lynn,” I grabbed it off their shelf while we were staying with them for a few nights mid-move. And WOW – I could not put it down. I read it in a few days and would have finished it faster were it not for pesky adulting constantly getting in the way of my reading time. Henrietta Lacks should be required reading for all humans. I knew the basic backstory, so I knew I would be horrified and astonished, and I was. After I finished Henrietta Lacks I had a major book hangover for a day or so, then picked up Welcome to Braggsville. (My Black History Month reading is on point, you guys.) I’m about sixty pages in now and just starting to pick up steam – the writing is excellent but the style is a little different from my usual reads, so it took some getting used to, but I’m in it now.
Reading plans for this week – more Braggsville, and pushing Henrietta Lacks onto Steve if I can. After I finish Braggsville I think I’m going to pick up the first volume of March, by Representative John Lewis, for more Black History Month reading. And then it’ll be back to We That Are Left, which I have out from the library, and The High Mountains of Portugal, the new Yann Martel (!!!) which I have on hold. I’m all library, all the time for the foreseeable future, since pretty much all of my books are in storage and I’m trying not to buy myself new books if I can restrain myself – it’s just more to move, and I know we’re going to be moving again in less than a year. But I discovered as I was looking for my new grocery store that our townhouse is less than a mile from a Barnes & Noble, so there’s that. So far I’ve managed to stay away, but it’s only been a week.
On the blog this week: the long-overdue Part II of my bookish 2015 recaps (top ten books read last year; just bookish superlatives left to do after that) on Wednesday and Nugget’s penultimate monthly recap on Friday. Can you believe he’s turning eleven months old?! Because I can’t.
What have you been reading lately?