Dad Says I Love You

Dad Says I Love You

Have you been changing the oil in your car?

Your older brother didn't get laid off.

Your younger brother found a new job.

How's your 401 (k)?

You sure are moving a lot these days.

Mom and I went out on the motorcycle today.

Got a boyfriend yet?

Going fishing this weekend. Wish you were here.

Grandma says hello.

You aren't a Vikings fan, are you?

The Brewer's lost again.

It's been rainy here.

When are you coming home?

We worry about you.

It must be pretty lonely out there.

Are you sure you're keeping that oil changed?

Busily working my way through my summer reading. Since the end of April (the end of the semester, completion of comps, ergo the beginning of reading for leisure), I've managed to complete the following:

1. Too Much Happiness: Alice Munro
2. The God of the Hive: Laurie R. King
3. Await Your Reply: Dan Chaon
4. Evidence: Mary Oliver
5. Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned: Wells Tower
6. The Solitude of Prime Numbers: Paolo Giordano
7. When You Are Engulfed in Flames: David Sedaris
8. Lolita: Vladimir Nabokov
9. The Glass Room: Simon Mawer

I always forget the sheer and unadulterated joy that comes from reading fiction. It is, perhaps, a little escapist of me to spend so much of my time with my head in a book, but it is a pleasure I am unwilling to forgo. I am currently wrapping up Paul Auster's Invisible, a rather peculiar little book, and am considering rereading The Great Gatsby for the sheer gorgeousness of the text. I'd love suggestions for other summer reading--I prefer fiction to non-fiction and LOVE short stories, but am willing to make an exception for a really finely wrought bit of memoir or book of essays.