Sunday, April 17, 2011
The Sunday Salon
My reading life has been undergoing a transformation these days - and quite frankly, I hate it. I know it's a temporary change as our family deals with this transition that involves The Husband being six hours away during the week and back home only for 48 hours on the weekends. Fortunately, it seems that we're coming into the home stretch of finally having the house ready to be put on the market. We're doing a big push this weekend and hopefully it will be able to be listed this week.
Compared to other real problems in the world and in people's lives, this doesn't even merit a gripe session, I know. I sound like a whiner and an ungrateful bitch, but it doesn't change that I can't stand having even a fraction of my books packed away and limiting the number of library books I allow myself to check out. I'm a visual person; I like seeing all my books on full display and I like knowing that they are accessible - neither of which is the case now.
In the aftermath of a murder-suicide on his quiet, suburban Rochester street and the breakup of his marriage, Lovenheim realizes that he and his neighbors are "living as strangers." The book, then, chronicles his attempts to truly get to know his neighbors - really know them as individuals.
(The sleepover part of the title refers to how he did this, which was by asking them - after an initial conversation or two - if he could sleep over their houses for a night. Which, if you know me and The Husband, you know there's no way in hell that we are the sort of people who would agree to have a neighbor we barely know sleep over at our house, just for the sake of becoming better acquainted.) I go into a bit of discussion in this with my review - which I'm thinking might be up sometime this week - and also take a stroll down Memory Lane of my own neighborhood growing up, which was the type of neighborhood where everybody knew your name.
Again, it relates to the idea of home and family and moving. (And it's set in "the muted, bruised hills of Pennsylvania's coal country - the very area where our family is moving to, no less! That Pittsburgh-area connection was one of the things that sold me on this book even before I opened the first page.)
One final announcement (a happy one in this somewhat downer of a post): this week I decided that in the midst of this moving craziness, I'm treating myself to THIS:
Plus one day (which I know is not enough, but it is all I can do this year) at BEA (Book Expo America)! (This will be my first time at BEA!) I absolutely loved being at the Book Blogger Convention last year and honestly wasn't sure if it would happen this year for me, which was starting to make me a little bummed. I'll have more to say about this in the coming weeks.
Are you planning to be at BEA or the Book Blogger Convention?
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