Joy Embedded in 2 Mini Book Reviews
It has been such a long time since I've had a chance to read for pleasure. In the last year gunshots and recovery and a consequent lack of concentration found me, for the first time in my adult life, with no novels on my "to be read" shelf and no desire to find any to fill the spaces. Once my brain started to function again, I found myself taking two Humanities Seminars at the UofA. Between the history of the fall of the Roman Republic and an exploration of humans' expression of consciousness I barely had time to keep up with Doonesbury. Once classes ended for the semester, I was busy with brownies and holidaze and family and taking a quiet moment for myself was out of the question. Then, suddenly, everyone was gone and the house was back to normal and the Stroll and Roll was planned and executed and I had time. My first stop on my first regular day was the Nanini branch of the Pima County Library. The literary gods rained ambrosia on me. ...