Last weekend we talked about a book full of sentences I wish I had written on a perfect patio in the city.
The sun shone, the baby was passed around, wine glasses were kept full, and the sun set.
There was a Swiss visitor bearing chocolate and the most delicious kale salad I have ever eaten.
There was talk of things heard on NPR and articles read and the light was as beautiful as those women.
Arlo is going to have no choice but to be a very literate feminist.
Next month we're reading Hemingway, so the menfolk are invited.
I think the boys are all getting jealous.
P.S. Read Swamplandia by Karen Russel. It's good, so good.