Breakfast of the Birds

Gabriele Münter
Breakfast of the Birds
1933

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Words with friends

I got to chatting with a fellow wallflower at a social the other day and, long story short, I’m in a book club! We’re reading The Boys In The Boat by Daniel James Brown.

Although I’ve just started reading the book, I’m already excited for a couple of reasons:

  1. We are reading a book that became a documentary;
  2. Produced by PBS;
  3. This is not a book I would have picked up on my own, so already I’m stepping outside my comfort zone, woo woo;
  4. Dispite an initial freakout about how I was going to actually obtain this book, I quickly found it through my library as a digital download, available immediately! and for FREE;
  5. This book club is held at a library;
  6. I need to talk to people.

With my dear husband off helping with the aftermath of all these recent storms, I’m sorely missing face time with actual human beings outside of work. I need to read more books, I need to meet more people, and generally these two statements don’t mesh. But hey – book club! That’s the whole point of them. Lets go make some friends!

(And seriously folks, support your local libraries.)

Sendak is Back

Writers never really die; their legacy sits on millions of shelves and they exist through generations of imagination. Sometimes we get lucky, and a dusty old manuscript or a ratty sketchbook comes to light and it’s as if we’re being read to from beyond the grave. Good stuff.

Maurice Sendak died in 2012, but luck struck again in July when the president of his post humous foundation discovered a long forgotten manuscript, complete with artwork! It was typewritten in the 90s by Sendak and collaborator Arthur Yorinks, and titled Presto and Zesto in Limboland. There’s scenes from the soon-to-be published (!!) book, along with a great recounting by Yorinks, who gave his blessing for publishing and did some minor tweaks to the story. It is slated to be released in autumn 2018, and I am beyond excited.

Side note: I had to stop halfway through writing this post to help my husband pack for a three week work trip – with many more weeks apart in our future. Doing very adult things makes me wishful for the days when the hardest thing I had to do was put my book down for bed.

Thank you, Maurice, for this wonderful thing.