…holiday in that the holidays are swiftly approaching and my cookie-laden brain can only handle Christmas specials, not that these are holiday books.
I’ve got a bookmark in quite a few titles right now, but nothing at the point where I can write about it. So here’s what’s on my coffee table/in my bookbag:
Shirley Jackson: A Rather Haunted Life by Ruth Franklin (thank you NPR Book Concierge for alerting me to the existence of this new biography!)
Not so long as other lists in this category! Also, in looking over these titles, I realize I’ve made a rookie mistake in my reading choices. Winter is not the time for sad/upsetting/bleak/generally heavy reads. No wonder I’m dragging my feet and reaching for Bill Bryson and Terry Pratchett.
I’m going to go home to eat candy and watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. I’ll grapple with this list another day.