Peppermint Love

I've just learned that my household has acquired Apples to Apples, which is one of the most enjoyable games I've ever played. Though I hate most games so my perspective is limited, and this one is bound to infuriate serious game-lovers, as it has no rules. Though I still lost at it when we played, but I lose at all games. It's my constitution. And so that's fun news, and more fun is that I've got a date with my husband this eve. We're having company for dinner tomorrow night and I'm looking forward to that (as well as a chance to break out the game?). And so life continues lamely, but nicely.

I finished rereading Alice Munro's Who Do You Think you Are? yesterday. What an incredible book. I reread the legendary Lives of Girls and Women last summer, and wasn't as impressed as I'd wanted to be. I think that Munro was constrained by "A Novel", and Who Do You Think..., while definitely connected, was obviously composed of short stories and she's better at that. In fact, she is extraordinary at that. I know I'm certainly not the first one to say so. It's just nice to be reminded. And I'm now reading Noah Richler's This Is My Country, What's Yours?", which is cool because the only other book on CanLit I've ever read was published in 1972, and certainly a lot has happened since then.

Here for an article on Richler's and a few other unusual Canadian atlases, and their lessons on Canadian identity. 50,000 copies of Andrea Levy's brilliant Small Island have been distributed through parts of Britain "to encourage reading, and discussion". (Wonderful connections between Levy's novel and Kate Atkinson's work have just dawned on me). Here for Literary Pop Idolatry. Type Books in the press (and the business press to boot).

My new teapot is full of peppermint love, and I shall get down to an afternoon of glorious work.