I am reading
The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz for my bookclub this month. It's an interesting book--part nerdboy epic, part sex/third world epic and part Dominican Republic history. I really am enjoying the touches of DR history because admittedly, I knew absolutely nothing about DR before I started reading. Now I think I may seek out some more information for myself. It's an okay read, but I think it's hard for non Spanish speakers. There are a lot of Spanish words included and not italicized. Dunno how people will react to that. I'll have to poll the bookclub :)
There's a passage in the book that grabbed hold of me when I read it. Given recent events in my personal life and my nonstop self-evaluation, I think you can see why.
...the sort of easygoing woman a brother can relax around, but there was something slightly detached about her too; as though...she were some marooned alien princess who existed partially in another dimension; the sort of woman who, cool as she was, slips out of your head a little too quickly.... She didn't seem to mind being the girl you called every couple of months at eleven at night, just to see what she was "up to."
Except, you know...I do mind.