The “Pace” of this week has been running around far too frantically and frazzledly (is that a word? Don’t know, but it’s how I feel). So this round-up will serve to show what I’ve been reading for the past 2 weeks! As always, feel free to comment with suggestions for what I should read next!
I finished reading Ann Patchett’s very tricky and artful Commonwealth (see my thoughts upon starting it at the most recent Friday Reading Rainbow ) Some interesting notes: I kept getting mixed up between which children belonged to which family, and my confusion persisted through till the end. I think this is intentional– the families are so intertwined and are really one family at times. Also, I find it fitting that the romantic relationships were either barely visible or were eclipsed by the sibling and parent-child relationships. It’s a hard task to prioritize these thornier non-sexual relationships in order to answer the questions the novel must ask.
And then I delved into Deborah Kennedy’s brand new gut-busting Tornado Weather. It is chillingly true to our time– notes from Trump country, from that “real America” we all wonder about, from working class laundromats, old car, dairy farms, and high schools. It is in some ways the America in which I currently teach, and in some ways not. The story: little Daisy Gonzalez disappears in her wheelchair from her bus stop on a tornado watch afternoon. A multitude of characters in the town gets a voice, an experience, and a view of the damage that’s been happening in their troubled year-2010 lives. I am crossing my fingers that they find hope.
May I suggest you buy a copy here at Indiebound
Thanks so much to Brevity’s Nonfiction Blog for this fabulous piece, which my AP Language students enjoyed reading and dissecting: “The Little Girl at the Door”
I’m also enamored of this gorgeously sprawling essay on Fireflies by Ellie Shechet: “Summer in the Heartsick Mountains” I don’t usually engage with writing about climate change– I find it too overwhelming, too big and too speculative to even comprehend. It’s something that I acknowledge as real and present, but have no sense of what to think or do about it. I’m saddened but intrigued by this essay, which feels specific enough to show environmental change in a way that makes sense to my emotions.
Have a great next week of reading, everyone!