Kicking off the new year with these, a creepy/strange and a funny/strange.  You need to read them both.

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I’m having a hard time describing either one, but they’re both head-knockers and I recommend them, though you can not read HYPERBOLE AND A HALF on an eReader — you need the ridiculous heft of this book in your hands, and the artwork on it’s thick, colorful pages.  It looks and feels “expensive” by publishing standards.  (thanks Lindsey for dropping the weighty tome on my porch!)

I read my first Patrick McGrath novel a few years ago.  I had ASYLUM sitting on my desk in class, and my uber-literary (and favorite) professor said, “I love Patrick McGrath!”  He was right.  So smart.  So strange.  So on-the-money of human behavior.  You can read a review of TRAUMA here.

In other news, I get back to work on my book on Monday.  No.  Really.  I start the non-diet-writng-binge on Monday.  I’ve taken a ridiculously long break from writing — shamefully long — but here I am on January 4th with, finally, a mind in work-mode.  Last night I dreamed about a chapter, which hasn’t happened since Aunt Mary and my friend Chris died in October.  It was a strange Halloween/Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Years.  Not Patrick McGrath-strange, but …well … you know.  I miss them both more than  home-cooked fried chicken and gravy.

1538724_10202995235461092_1982595070_nAnd if you’ve bothered to read about my neuroses this far, I’ll give you the bonus of the best news:  last week we adopted Chase from Golden Retriever Rescue, a sweet and mellow 7 year old who needed a family, who needed a mom who “works at home” and a dad willing to say “okay then, 3 dogs.”  So with Lea and JoJo, and now Chase, to lay (lie??) at my feet while I work, and with Jenna McDonald the trainer coming tomorrow to teach me how to walk Chase and to review this crazy list of “what’s working” and “what needs work” with our new boy, I’m off and running (or, rather, dog walking) in 2014.  Who says I’m not writing?

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