So that's what

So that's what President Obama is reading. (I do so love his formal title. I hate formal titles as a rule, but referring to him by his first name just seems to lack occasion.) The obvious question then is, what about me? I'm now reading Garbo Laughs by Elizabeth Hay, from my stack of novels to get through before Baby is born. It's only the second book by Hay I've read, after Late Nights on Air which I so unsecretly loved. Her fiction is a bit disorienting, characters with such idiosyncratic traits that they're hard to get one's head around, the same way people are. The sort of characters you might misuse the word "random" for. I also finished reading Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons this week, after DGR's review. And I'm not writing much of anything-- I have fourteen submissions ready to send out as soon as I can muster up the energy (Saturday?), and I think I'm done until long post-Baby (which is different from "forever"). All I want to do these days is read, read, read, and thankfully I have plenty of material with which to accommodate that.