I've been more focused on writing this week than reading. It's week two of Camp Nanowrimo and I've written about a third-ish of my novel--some 19,000 words of literary awesomeness. At least that's what my mom thinks. Still no title, but my characters are starting to come alive and not do what I planned that they would. I completed only one book this week, but it was a "slow read." Next week's list should be more impressive, as I've got a couple of quick-read graphic novels up next.
The Round House by Louise Erdrich Geraldine Coutts, an Ojibwe woman, lives on a reservation in North Dakota with her husband and teenaged son, Joe. Joe narrates the tale of the day his mother is brutally attacked and its aftermath. Geraldine knows the identity of the man who raped her, but is too afraid to tell either the white or tribal police who did it. Joe teams up with his friends to investigate the crime and to try to bring his mother's attacker to justice.
The writing is absolutely beautiful and the story, although it meanders off the track occasionally, is one to savor.
I miss being part of a roller derby team--go RRR! My to-be-read pile of books is so tall that it poses a danger to passing pedestrians. The pile grows ever taller because I buy books everywhere. Yep, that woman piling books into a cart at the grocery store was probably me.