Books are love.

So, considering all the crap that's been going on, I'm working my way through The Monsters of Templeton. It's about a woman who throws her life away over a man, screws everything up, and ends up home in her small town of Templeton with her hippie mother now gone new reformed Baptist. It's a story about change and death and life and rebirth. The novel is also a love letter to the author's hometown, Cooperstown and I find that to be the best part of the novel. The book has made me laugh and cry and in general feel much better about my circumstance in life. I'm almost finished.

Next, I'm putting everything on hold to re-read A Fine and Private Place because if anything else happens, just in the unlikely case it does, I want that book to be the one that I'm currently thinking about.