Christmas was strange this year. Everyone in my family basically knew what presents they were getting before they were opened. Which I suppose is normal (and the point of lists), but when you combine that with an ever-diminishing return on Christmas cards, it makes for a low-key holiday. At least, low-stress.
Then we ate hot dogs because that’s what my grandmother wanted. It was kind of adorable.
For books, Santa got me:
- Matt Bell‘s How They Were Found
- Michael Cunningham’s By Nightfall
- Emma Donoghue’s Room
- Shane Jones‘s Light Boxes
- Kevin Killian’s Impossible Princess
- Maurice Manning’s The Common Man
- Lori Ostlund’s The Bigness of the World
- Ethel Rohan‘s Cut Through the Bone
All and all, an impressive list. I think I’m most excited for Manning’s new poetry collection (since Bucolics changed my life), but I’ve heard spectacular things about Cunningham’s new novel—and I’ve already started Light Boxes, since I feel so behind. So far, so good.
There’s supposed to be a blizzard today.