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Having finished, in one day, this month's selection from the book club at the Liverpool library, I'm thinking about taking my librarian friend Liz's suggestion that I read Jenn Shapland's My Autobiography of Carson McCullers--called "A hybrid of memoir and biography" by reviewer Linda Simon. Liz had kindly handed me a copy of the review before the book club meeting started, having remembered that some months earlier I'd read the entire McCullers canon as well as a 500-page biography when The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had been our monthly selection.

So this morning, as I was sitting down to do my daily BP readings, I pulled the McCullers bio I'd read from the bottom of a very deep and perilously-piled stack situated atop the ottoman in my upstairs office. (Our friend rosegardenfae lives a life of similar peril, residing in the looming, perhaps leaning shadows of her accumulated ventures into the world of books.) I always feel that I need something to read to bring my BP into a somewhat normal range because, even after just getting up in the AM, my mind is already racing to confront whatever challenges I sense facing me in the day ahead.

And because I'd already polished off The Silent Patient, which is this month's club selection, and hadn't yet acquired the Shapland book, I needed something to fill the void. So Virginia Spencer Carr's bio, The Heart of the Lonely Hunter, was gonna have to do for this morning although I have no intention of re-reading the full 500 pages of it.

With that, my friends, the day is started. No work today on the house in the city because the son-in-law has to work and my daughter has to care for the kids following their week-long exploration of opportunities in the south. In fact, all that I actually have scheduled for today is being my grandson's Lyft driver so that he can visit his dad--and hopefully talk with him about getting his own driver's license, lol.

Hope everyone has a good Sunday...

LPK
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