Read Life has definitely taken a back seat to Real Life. At the present, I'm still bashing my way through A Game of Thrones. My inner Bonnethead and Nerd Girl are both enthralled with Pioneer Girl. All those footnotes! Squeeeeee! I'm also reading a memoir by Ingeborg Day called Ghost Waltz in which she explores the elephant in the room as she was growing up: Her father was a Nazi police officer. It's well-written, haunting, disturbing. I've only finished one book since I arrived back: Unworthy by Anneli Rufus. It's part memoir, part self-help about the self-loathing that lurks in so many of us. What led me to read it was research. I'm working on my next novel and that is my main character's chief characteristic, so I needed to understand that more clearly.
And what of the Bybeeary? It's sitting in several boxes in the living room, half-unpacked. All the boxes arrived safely.
My mom is telling everyone we meet that I wrote a book. Last night, she was strong-arming a relative into buying a copy of Even if the Sky Falls Down:
Mom: Have you got Susan's book on your Kindle yet?
Mom: Yeah, she wrote a book. You can read it on your Kindle or on the computer.
Relative: What kind of book is it?
Mom: It's about Korea.
Relative: Is it about your experiences there?
Me: Uh, it's a novel. Mom, quit pressuring Carol!
Mom: Tell her the title.
Me: Even if the Sky Falls Down. I can't believe you're strong-arming people.
Relative: What, are there copies piled up in your garage, Judy?
Mom: It's not a real book. It's on the computer. [A close friend] read the whole thing, and she said it's good enough to be a movie.
Me: I don't....she's really nice.
Relative: Yes, she is. Even if the Sky Falls Down? Okay, I'll look for it.
I don't know whether to laugh, cry, cringe or hire my mom as my publicist.