I’m reading a lot without much focus. Even though I’m enjoying what I’m reading, I keep looking to the next book. I keep thinking that the next book I read will be the best book ever. This week, I’ve almost finished Elena Ferrante’s The Story of the Lost Child. I finished Laura van den Berg’s short story collection What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us (which I loved) & have been reading Karen Russell’s St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves in bits & pieces during slow times at the library. I also started reading a book on plotting a novel, but that’s making me sad more than anything. I haven’t written a new story in at least a month. I had a few ideas for stories this week– even started working on one of them–but instead of feeling excited by these ideas, I’ve just felt frustrated by them.
Breaking Bad rewatch continues. Ian & I just started Season 4 & I am at the point of this show where everything is too intense. Everyone is making bad decisions. I spend a lot of time with my hands pressed to my cheeks, shaking my head, saying nononononononono like a prayer.
The Kinks “Stop Your Sobbing” came on the radio a few days ago right when I was pulling into the grocery store parking lot. Of course, I sat in my car & listened to the whole song. Then I went home & listened to The Pretenders’ version (which I like more). The best thing about The Pretenders cover (aside from Chrissie Hynde singing “gotta stop sobbing now” really fast) is the next song on the album is “Kid,” which is a song I could listen to every day for the rest of my life.