Nicholas Drayson, A Guide to the Birds of East Africa: A Novel
[one of the two books I nabbed with astonishing restraint at the Friends of the Library book sale earlier this month]
I’m not a big reblogger, but this is def. worth reblogging.
All these articles on the LOOK AT US, STARING AT OUR RESPECTIVE MONITORS AND GLOWING BOXES INSTEAD OF COMMUNING WITH OUR LOVED ONES phenomenon drive me a little crazy.
Last year, my mom got her much-needed knee replacement, and I went up to Canada to hang with her for a month. Obviously, we didn’t really have the option of spending a lot of time zip-lining, right, so in the evenings we did a lot of companionable quiet reading, which is somehow Uniformly Good, as opposed to “watching all the back seasons of ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ together,” which is Very Bad, but was also a whole lot of fun, and actually substantially more interactive than companionable quiet reading.
I was thinking about this, last night, while drowsily watching the new Neil-Gaiman-penned episode of “Doctor Who” with Industrious Husband. It was a meaningful experience! Beats the hell out of playing Scrabble, which I think would be officially considered Better.
And then you get the “in the Depression, we all gathered around the piano and sang” crowd, which, um, awesome, but, again, not intrinsically better than communal “Doctor Who” viewing.
I guess what I’m saying is, if you’re very busy, and finally get home at night and just want to lie in bed next to your loved one and watch “30 Rock,” please do not feel like you’re a slacker. This is a legitimate form of happiness you are feeling, and the Lazy Reviewer loves you.
- I have gotten two jobs in one week.
- I am moving next week.
- My current job ends the 16th.
- I have a final exam Saturday.
- I left my planner at home. I think.
Cue the brainsplosion.