~by Colleen O’Brien
I went into a bookstore that is not a chain, planning to buy books for the family for Christmas . . . doing something ahead of time for once . . . and found a couple of books for the grands, a couple of books for my daughter . . . and 11 for me.
I bought the books for others, not for me. But I did make a list of the books for me:
Girl Warrior by Joy Harjo, a favorite poet of mine
Lessons on Bobby by Chris Matthews, about Bobby Kennedy, one of my favorite people by one of my favorite writers
Book of Lives by Margaret Atwood, favorite writer, a fat tome that costs too much
Great Big Beautiful Life by Emily Henry, a book about two competing writers
The Swedish Book of Aging with Exuberance
The Widow by John Grisham – I’ll read anything of his because I’ve never read a boring story by him
The Black Wolf by Louise Penney, a masterful Canadian murder mystery writer whose main character, Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, I love as much as I loved BBC’s Inspector Morse
The Lost Bookshop by Evie Woods
The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd, one of the best non-fiction writers of my long reading life
Escaped from Assisted Living by Joyce Hicks
Still Life at Eighty by Abigail Thomas [are you beginning to spot a theme here?]
