These summer days are slipping away from me. There is no routine. Much to do. Fun being had. I’ve very little idea what day of the week it is – they all seem one in the same.
One, of so many, things I love about summer with its lost routine and out of rating season television offerings is the increased chance and desire to read. The only downside – not so much crafting going on. Unlike watching tele my hands are occupied holding the pages. So the wee little knitted elephant is much bigger than the last time you saw him.
After reading Michael J. Fox’s Lucky Man I was intrigued to read his second book, written some eight (from memory) years later Always Looking Up: The adventures of an incurable optimist. I suppose it was as good as his first autobiography, if not a bit repetitive. There were times where I felt he lost his thesis and just seemed to be telling tales rather than making his point but nevertheless it was interesting. Reading parts where he sang Lance Armstrong’s praises as a charitable all-round good bloke hero were uncomfortable, pretty much unbearable, to read in hindsight - I wish I knew what MJF thought of him now. My favourite part of the text was his discussion and comparison of how he and his father dealt with the road trip question of “Are we there yet?”, his father essentially adopting a no tolerance approach as opposed to MJF’s more post-modern, perhaps surrealist, handling. Food for thought as my own family and I are taking our own road trip adventures in Western Australia’s south.
… and on that point – it was Ms. M who was the first to crack as we left for down south. Making it to just past the international airport on the Roe Hwy until she asked the question. Nope … we hadn’t even made it out of Perth! Still I suppose we had at least crossed the river.
The last of Steig Larsson’s novels, The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest is next on the list…
What about you? Been reading anything good this summer?