Facebook has heard it...Twitter got the message...now it's on my blog.
See, when I was reading "The Wordy Shipmates" all I felt was judgment judgment judgment
But then I heard the author read some passages from the book, interjected by her own occasional commentary and realized that she's sarcastically funny and devoted to her characters in a strange but endearing way.
I am going to have to put my name in for "Assassination Vacation" now.
In other news, I have recovered from yesterday's madness and am back in the dull snail-paced routine of data-entry. I have Anne of Green Gables to keep me company for the next 6 hours or so, thank goodness.
Also, I have the weirdest urge to carve pumpkins tonight. And to buy Jamaal a pumpkin and carve it for him. LOL. Why I do not know. I think it might be best to put the pumpkin carving to rest till next year as far as Jamaal goes, since I'd either have to lug a pumpkin to NYC or find one there on Halloween morn. Then who would even see it? Yeah, not so much. But maybe tonight between 30 mins of cardio, possibly weight-lifting, packing for NY, doing a bunch of wedding shizznit (Jamaal has requested a wedding folder/binder) and BOOK CLUB I will find the time to carve something as artistic as the years past when elaborate jack-o-lanterns graced the doorway of my parent's home:
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ASSASSINATION VACATION!!!
I hope you like it as much as I did.
Here is a fabulous excerpt:
Now a person with sharper social skills than I might have noticed that as these folks ate their freshly baked blueberry muffins and admired the bed-and-breakfast's teapot collection, they probably didn't want to think about presidential gunshot wounds. But when I'm around strangers, I turn into a conversational Mount St. Helens. I'm dormant, dormant, quiet, quiet, old-guy loners build log cabins on the slopes of my silence and then, boom, it's 1980. Once I erupt, they'll be wiping my verbal ash off their windshields as far away as North Dakota.
AWESOME
Maybe I will just buy it - I have to buy Jamaal's niece a bday gift and am giving her the no. 1 ladies' detective agency books....I have to pick those up today, so maybe...
Also, my bookclub kind of ripped her apart for her "historical inaccuracies" These including things like "the Mass Bay-ers didn't "chose" the Geneva Bible, it was the only one in print accessible to them at the time." I was like "seriously, how critical is this inaccuracy? if Vowell said "the pilgrims and indians then frolicked in a field and intermarried and live for the rest of their days in happy eternity" I would be more concerned than the bible version they used...BECAUSE IT DOESN'T CHANGE THE STORY" I just got stared at, lol. Then they talked about how Vowell is self-centered and this was all history through her eyes blah blah blah. The one woman I usually agree spot on with a bookclub turns to me and goes "maybe it is a singular view...but uh, nothing else could get me to read about the Mass Bay colonists." Then we cackled.
Yeah, I know what you mean. She writes popular history from a very personal perspective. It's like a history-memoir, from what I've read. There are bound to be simplifications. But I'm confused: Why did they only have access to the Geneva Bible? Was everything else sold out or something? Was it the cost? Saying it wasn't a choice seems suspect to me, though I don't know the story of the Mass Bay Pilgrims, so maybe I'm missing something. That seems like an odd statement to me.
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