I finished reading Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods yesterday. I read it as a counterpoint to Cheryl Strayed’s Wild, but it was such a different type of book. I thought I’d find similarities–after all, both books are about hiking trails–but Cheryl’s book was a memoir, decidedly so, and Bill Bryson’s was an amusing travel book, the first book by Bryson I’ve ever read.
(Cheryl Strayed’s book, Wild, is being filmed by Reese Witherspoon right this very moment.)
Now I’m reading Beverly Donofrio’s book, Riding in Cars with Boys. For some reason, I thought this was a novel, but it’s really a memoir. I read an article about Donofrio in a magazine and immediately went to my bookshelf to find the book.
Recently, I saw Robert Redford’s new film, All is Lost. I loved it and heartily recommend it.
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That’s about all I have for today. Today was three-nap day. Yesterday was a three-nap day. I feel better tonight than I’ve felt since the plague (aka Common Cold) overtook me. With any luck, tomorrow will be a two-nap day or even a one-nap day.
Having a cold is such a bummer but at least it’s temporary.