Well, I've certainly been remiss about posting here, and, apparently feeling so guilty about it, I was compelled to wake up in the middle of the night and write something. After finishing The Wife, by Meg Wolitzer, of course, which I absolutely loved. However, it's 3:30 a.m. and I've only just finished it and would do the novel a disservice if I took on the task of trying to organize my night-mushy whimsical admirations just now, so I'll save that for a day or two. But right now I can thank the Nomad Reader for introducing me to Meg Wolitzer, who is now to be added to my list of favorite authors, and I happened to pick this book up first because it was what the library had available at the moment (the flap description also encouraged me to give it a try).
Does anyone else do this? Wake up in the middle of the night, joyfully discover you have hours to go before you have to get up and begin your day, and, upon finding that you have no current desire to return to sleep, pick up whatever book you happen to be reading and immerse yourself? It's also how I finished Goon Squad, although I awoke closer to dawn there and didn't have time to get a few extra minutes of actual sleep in, as I will tonight, in just a few extra minutes.
I am woefully behind on my book blog reading as well as writing, but I'm going to try to remedy that this weekend. I'm also wishing I knew anything about whatever this BEA business is while I was actually living in NYC, because that could've been loads of fun. Alas. It's off to sleep I go.