And . . . she's back
No, not me.
I'm done with the family Christmas events but was gifted with several books, which I must read now so that I can trek to the bookstore and fondle some more.
Liz of Grannie Gets a Vibrator is back. She has been back for a while, actually, blogging as Lymphopo at her new site As The Tumor Turns. I'm honoring her with gimp status in my sidebar -- her recent medical adventures and the financial consequences of same certainly qualify her.
In my previous post, I link to my August 2006 post "Until every single penny is gone," which I wrote when inspired by how deftly Liz spoke about the financial dramas that accompany medical ones. So, update: The Liz referred to at the top of the penny post is this amazing diarist of tumordom. Drama. Adventure. Hairlessness. Cute canine-children wearing pants. It's all there, and I wanted to pass that news along before diving back into the dreamy prose of Allende's Inés Of My Soul.
2 comments:
So is it worth buying the Allende book? I've been on the fence as to whether or not I should wait till it's available at the library.
Thistle, I've been enjoying it quite a bit. I will probably pass this bok along after I read it and my Mom reads it. I'd be happy to send it to you.
It's a fascinatingly different perspective on the Spanish colonization of the Americas. Historical fiction much different from what I learned about the "explorers" in grade school. Example: Pizarro was an incredible, awful ass.
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