Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy has made me change the habit of a lifetime. I love the books and the films (so far). I love them equally. This has never happened before. Ever. I am always disappointed with film versions. Or I think that the films are better than the books they started from. (Frida, for example. Moving on.) This time, I am enthralled with both. And it helps that I like series of books. I like them for the same…
It would have been cool if she had been, though. Anyway, I’m still reading Frida: A Biography of Frida Kahlo, and I’ll probably give it 3 stars on Goodreads. That means I like it. I’d like it more if the author got out of the way of the story. I know there is such a thing as putting things in context. I appreciate context. I’ve just now read that Hayden Herrera is an art historian. This puts her over-long explanations…
When I started this blog, oh so long ago, I wanted to post every day. At least until it became a habit. But I have another habit. No, it isn’t collecting job-application rejections. It’s reading. More specifically, it’s books. Actual page-and-ink books. I have a lot of them. I try not to dog-ear the pages or crack the spines, but I read them. Well, I’ve read most of the ones I have. When Borders was open, I practically lived there. …
