Reading all day
Whenever I read a book I really like I have to run and tell you all. So it is with Nina Sankovitch's, Tolstoy and the Purple Chair. This is nonfiction, memoir if you will, and the basic story line goes like this. The author, happily married and raising kids, is devastated by the death of her beloved sister. After about three years, still deeply grieving, she decides to take on a task of self-healing through books. For one year she will read a book every day.
And so she does. Each day she reads one book, sometimes far into the night, and the next morning she writes about it in her blog, Read All Day. Then she reads the new book for the day and the next morning she writes about it on her blog. Every day for one year.
As readers we're allowed into her private world as she ponders, turns things over in her mind, remembers childhood and family life with her sister, compares her experiences with those about whom she reads. The book is not morose, quite the opposite, it moves quickly and reads easily.
I think you want to read it too.
And so she does. Each day she reads one book, sometimes far into the night, and the next morning she writes about it in her blog, Read All Day. Then she reads the new book for the day and the next morning she writes about it on her blog. Every day for one year.
As readers we're allowed into her private world as she ponders, turns things over in her mind, remembers childhood and family life with her sister, compares her experiences with those about whom she reads. The book is not morose, quite the opposite, it moves quickly and reads easily.
I think you want to read it too.
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