Busted! No weekend highlight picture for you today, my friends. This was such a low-key weekend that I actually didn’t take any pictures. Can you believe it? Well – I took one picture, of Rebecca mixing us up some old fashioneds, but she didn’t like the way her hair looked and I deleted it. And that’s it! But the takeaway from that should be – YES, Rebecca is here! New friends: Rebecca is my very very very very bestest best friend in the world. We met as college freshmen and pledge sisters and quickly became inseparable, and we have been friends ever since. Rebecca was in my wedding and she is godmother to both of my children, and Peanut and I were in her wedding this fall. But we haven’t lived in closer than D.C./Virginia Beach since college – other than one summer when she did some professional training in D.C. – and for long stretches of our friendship, we haven’t even lived on the same continent (Rebecca has worked for long stretches of time in Africa and the Middle East). Anyway, she has MOVED TO NOVA and I am beyond excited. She arrived on Saturday afternoon and our first order of business was to spend Sunday together. Peanut and I swung by to see her new apartment and then we all hit Target together (she is in the moving phase where you go to Target A LOT and I have small children so I always need something there) and then spent the afternoon at my house. It was as fabulous and amazing as I imagined it would be to have my best friend living in my local area and I can’t wait to see her all the time now. The only negative was that I felt rotten all day. I let myself get too hungry (Nugget ate my breakfast) and got a headache, then I ate too fast and got digestive pyrotechnics. Fun stuff. But – REBECCA IS HERE!

Reading. I was actually hoping to read less this year (more on that when I talk about my 2018 goals in a week or so) but it seems I am already failing at that goal. Early in the week I finished Origin, the new Dan Brown, which I started in 2017 – it’s always interesting to see what the first book of a year ends up being. Then I tore through Period Piece: A Cambridge Childhood, by Gwen Raverat, and looooooooved it. First five star book of the year! I have a gorgeous Folio Society edition that Steve and the kids gave me for my birthday, which I had been saving, and it was the perfect antidote to a bitterly cold week. I savored it over several days, but finally had to finish it – lucky for me, my library holds came in to distract me and I am now almost done with Letters to a Young Muslim, which is fascinating and illuminating.
Watching. I am sorry to report that Steve and I finished up Season 2 of The Crown and are now bereft. It was better than I was expecting – after hearing that the focus of the season would be on Phillip (all the eyerolls – did they not have any interesting women to write about? be better, Peter Morgan) I had really low expectations. And while it was far from a perfect season of TV, the big budget and gorgeous settings and costumes do cover a multitude of sins. Now we’re looking for the next show to get sucked into, and I think we’re going to make the very short leap over to Victoria, although I am also trying to convince Steve to give Alias Grace a chance.
Listening. Podcasts, podcasts, podcasts. I was saving all the new year’s episodes of my favorite podcasts for this week and I have been enjoying lots of chat about resolutions and fresh starts – one of my favorite topics. But the best listen was the fiftieth episode Q&A of my favorite podcast, Tea or Books?, which I was hoarding and which was delightful – of course.
Moving. I need to get back to the yoga and barre studios, but I have been waiting until the January crowds ease up. It’s been kind of a rough week; I’ve been feeling a little off (not pregnant) and while a workout would probably actually make me feel better, it’s fallen by the wayside. Plus with the bitter cold weather, a run is just not going to happen, unless I wend my way down to the treadmill at work, and I’m not sure I’m that desperate.
Blogging. So sorry, y’all, but I have a bit of a braggy post coming on Wednesday. I had an amazingly bookish Christmas and while I rarely post “look what I got!” blogs (although I enjoy reading them on others’ blogs) I just couldn’t resist showing you all the books I unwrapped – they are just so beautiful. And then on Friday, I’ll share my December hike, which – well, it’s a bit of a stretch to call it a hike, but I’m going to make that stretch. It was the best I could do last month, so go with it.
Loving. On New Year’s Eve, Steve and I and the kids piled into the car and headed over to my high school BFF, Jenn’s, house, for a playdate. The kids had fun palling around with Jenn’s daughter (who is a little older than Peanut), Steve watched football with Jenn’s husband, and Jenn and I chatted as fast as we could and caught up on all of the gossip. (A mutual friend is mad at Jenn because she insulted James Oglethorpe, the founder of Georgia.) Anyway, as it often does, our conversation turned to running and food, and Jenn mentioned that she had not been feeling herself and was planning a cleanse for January. I said I didn’t want to do a cleanse, but I also was not feeling myself and could use an accountability buddy to help me make sure I was prioritizing my own well-being in addition to everything else I had going on. Jenn and I immediately signed up to help each other stay on track with our goals, and have been exchanging almost daily text messages ever since. I gently remind her to stay hydrated, and she browbeats me into taking five minutes for myself each day. It’s lovely to be more connected – while we adore each other, we both tend to get busy and let communication slip – and to have a coach and cheerleader as we chase our personal and professional goals for 2018.
Asking. What are you reading this week?











What Happened, by Hillary Rodham Clinton – I knew immediately that I was going to want to read this. While I still feel raw sadness over the election, I also believe that the first-person narrative by the first woman ever to be nominated for President by a major political party is an important historical document and a story that needed telling. I also think that those who want Hillary to “be quiet” and “go away” are indulging in short-sighted misogyny. (Does the same angry dismissiveness dog Mitt Romney and John McCain whenever they speak out about politics? Of course not.) What Happened was wrenching, but it was thoughtful, meticulously crafted, and quietly brilliant – in short, it was very Hillary. It made me cry, but I loved it.
Rich People Problems (Crazy Rich Asians #3), by Kevin Kwan – Needing something light and frothy in the extreme after the sobfest gut-punch that was What Happened, I turned to the final chapter in the saga of Nick Young, Rachel Chu, Astrid Leong and the whole gang. Nick and Astrid’s beloved grandmother, Shang Su Yi, is on her deathbed and the entire family has come out of the woodwork to jockey for position in case she changes her will at the last minute. Nick doesn’t care about his inheritance, but he travels to Singapore at Rachel’s urging so that his grandmother doesn’t pass away before they have healed their rift, only to find when he gets there that his grasping cousin, Eddie – hoping to inherit the estate in Nick’s place – has barred him from the house. Rich People Problems is as full of twists, drama and designer label name-dropping as its predecessors, and it was so much fun.
Slightly Foxed No. 56: Making the Best of It, ed. Gail Pikris – I have been a Slightly Foxed subscriber for a little over a year now, but somehow I just discovered that when you sit down and read an issue cover to cover, it counts as a book on Goodreads. (Who knew?) I figure if it counts there, it should count here, too – and a 96-page volume of personal essays about books (which is what every Slightly Foxed issue is) should be considered a book in any event. So – the latest issue! I read a few essays at a time and loved them all, as usual, but my favorite was the essay about the Chalet School books, which I am planning to read – at least some – in 2018.
The Shell Seekers, by Rosamunde Pilcher – My mom couldn’t believe I hadn’t read this before, because my grandmama had a copy and had loved Pilcher. It took awhile – other library deadlines kept interfering in November – but I very much enjoyed the story of Penelope Keeling and her useless children. (The kids really were the worst, which diminished Rebecca’s enjoyment of the book after I recommended it to her, I am sorry to report.) I just adored it for its atmospheric setting and lush writing. No detail was spared – and I didn’t want any details spared. I wanted to know absolutely everything about what Penelope made Danus for lunch and how the wine was when she and Richard went on their date and what she grows in her garden and how she decorates her kitchen and solarium and, I mean, tell me all of the things. I am only sorry that it had to end.
Slightly Foxed No. 1: Kindred Spirits, ed. Gail Pikris – I’m on a roll! I’d been wanting to go back and read through the back issues (which I have been collecting, little by little, for the past two years) and I really enjoyed this first issue of the journal. The essay Ex Libris starts the volume off strong, and I loved the short bits describing woodcut bookplates (since wood-cutting is one of my favorite art forms).
Christmas at Thrush Green, by Miss Read – There is a 2018 #MissReadalong going on over on Instagram, and they actually began in 2017 with Christmas at Thrush Green. I don’t know that it was the best place to begin, because it was assumed that the reader knew most of the characters and was familiar with their stories and how they met their spouses, and for the most part, I wasn’t. (I read Thrush Green, the first in the series, a couple of years ago but don’t remember much about it.) But it was a quiet, comforting, warm and cozy way to spend a few evenings reading by the light of my Christmas tree, and for that, totally worth it. I’ll probably revisit it next December and I’ll bet I enjoy it even more then, after I’ve read through the series as I am planning to do.
London War Notes, by Mollie Panter-Downes – This collection of Panter-Downes’ “Letters from London” to The New Yorker between 1939 and 1945 had been lingering on my “currently-reading” shelf for way too long, thanks to intervening library deadlines. It’s no reflection on the book, which is heart-rending and utterly captivating. Panter-Downes writes with equal parts pathos and humor about the experiences of living through the Blitz, rationing, and long periods of waiting with bated breath for news of an ally or updates from the front. She, and her fellow Londoners, are stoic and determined, but also set on finding enjoyment and laughter where they can. If nonfiction about World War II can be delightful, this is.
Christmas at High Rising, by Angela Thirkell – A quick collection of short stories featuring the Morlands and their friends at High Rising, this was the work of an evening and was delightful. Tony Morland goes ice-skating and falls in and out of a crush on a French girl, everyone goes to the pantomime, Tony rides a horse – in short, it’s all the High Rising drama you could wish. My only complaint was that despite the title, there was nothing particularly Christmassy about it. There is a story that focuses on Valentine’s Day, a story about Tony’s summer holidays, but only one Christmas story that was not even set in Barsetshire. I think I’d read that somewhere but forgotten. Calling the book Holidays in High Rising would have been more accurate and I’d have been less disappointed then.
Hercule Poirot’s Christmas, by Agatha Christie – Here’s a book that is definitely about Christmas! Poirot is called in to investigate a murder that takes place on Christmas Eve in an old English manor house. Yes, please! The victim, Simeon Lee, is the much-hated squire of the county. He’s a well-known womanizer who delights in setting his children against one another, and – as always – there are no shortage of possible killers with both motive and opportunity. (I love the cozy mysteries where the victim is so vile that you need not feel guilty for enjoying the story.) Naturally, Poirot unravels the mystery, and the solution is quite surprising. I enjoyed myself immensely in reading this on Christmas itself and for a couple of days after.
Future Home of the Living God, by Louise Erdrich – Having loved Erdrich’s Birchbark House series for children, I wanted to try one of her adult novels and figured I’d start with her new release. She is clearly a breathtaking writer, but Future Home of the Living God fell flat for me (which from what I hear was a common experience). The story focuses on a pregnant woman who is on the run after evolution mysteriously stops and the government begins seizing all pregnant women and, later, women of childbearing age. It’s an interesting premise, but I felt like I was reading The Handmaid’s Tale again (with a couple of slight differences) and was also frustrated that there wasn’t more exposition of the apocalyptic event. I’m perfectly willing to suspend disbelief while reading – especially dystopias and fantasies – but you need to tell me what I am suspending disbelief about, or at least give me a hint. I’m going to try one of Edrich’s really highly acclaimed novels, like The Round House and LaRose, and I suspect I’ll like those better.