Summertime, and the livin’ is…well, not easy, but I am getting some reading done. I’ve decided to keep a list this summer. Usually I plow through as many pages as possible and come up for air sometime in mid August wondering if I met somebody named Briony over the summer or read about her. Thus far (two and a half weeks, including Costa Rica) I have read The Memory Keeper’s Daughter by Kim Edwards, Atonement by Ian McEwan, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, The Tenth Circle by Jodi Picoult and The Abstinence Teacher by Tom Perrotta. I liked them all, but would only highly recommend the Diaz with out knowing for whom I’m recommending the book. Also some short stories, but I’m not counting them.

Now, I'm beginning Postcolonial Theory, A Critical Introduction—one of the many books I’ve checked out to further my research on a paper, for which I’ve already received my grade (an A, natch.) I didn’t have enough time to write the paper I wanted, though, and there are some contests I can enter. Why not write it right? Right?

Even though I’m done with school, and Greta’s done, Alex still has two weeks left. I can’t wait until we’re all off and I don’t have to worry about the stupid 7:20 am bus stop. That’s right, 7:20, people—and I am over it. I’m putting this in print for a reason, because I am sure that in a few months, I will be willing to put either kid on any bus at any time of day just to have a moment to myself.