Quote de jour

Medicine for the soul. ~ The inscription over the door of the ancient library at Thebes.

Ah, libraries. My love affair continues, now on Sundays. Apparently I'm not the only one. Library memberships across the country are up substantially. My guess is the floundering economy.
It was a smaller than usual haul this week. Obama is the cover boy everywhere. I'm thrilled that Rolling Stone has launched a smaller-sized magazine. Much easier to carry, while saving some trees. The cover portrait of Obama is not flattering. Too cheeky. I mean that figuratively. Martha Stewart, who is the cover girl every month at her magazine always air-brushed to perfection. She'll still look 39 when she's 99. I can't wait to dive into the lush, design porn of Architectural Digest.  A guilty pleasure I've enjoyed since eeek, 1977. Ditto, Cosmopolitan. I know I've probably too old to read it anymore, but everyone needs a literary equivalant of a twinkie on occaison.



It's rare for me to put away a book I'm enjoying, but I did just that for Amy Bloom's lovely novel, Away.  Obviously this isn't a library book or I'd shudder at the thought of the library fines. I began reading it months ago. It sagged a bit in the middle and I'm getting back into it now.
I needed an injection of humor this week. What better than the insanely funny Chelsea Handler and her cleverly titled book of essays; Are You There Vodka, It's Me Chelsea. She reminds me a funnier, female version of David Sedaris.