I have gone through two Kindles and I'm taking my time buying another one. Both of them broke, the last one within months of when I bought it. I am buying books again, and I must say it's THRILLING. Really, my whole body tingles when I buy books, especially hard back books. Like gold.
I bought two today while we were in the city: I bought a hard back copy of THE CATCHER IN THE RYE--my first hardback of that book, and read 20 pages while Tom was buying himself another art table in IKEA. It's still excellent.
And I bought Nicole Hardy's CONFESSIONS OF A LATTER-DAY VIRGIN. Nicole wrote a fine article for The New York Times last year (?) on her middle-aged virginity which has now become a book for Hyperion. She's been wined and dined on radio and television, both regional and nationwide. In other words, people, this is a hot book, and Nicole is a hot writer.
She was my student, but like all students who have become successful authors, she already knew how to write before she took my class. My job was always, "Keep doing what you're doing."
On the weather front: We had the full range today. Fog. A big time snow storm that then turned into rain. And now the sun is shining. Cool. I love cool. Tom is already wearing long underwear. (I mean, longer than his already long normal underwear).
I vacuumed. I feel like I need a special diary for vacuuming. I have never been so focused on this domestic chore. This probably means I'm avoiding my real work.
I don't want to talk about it.