So like it's easy to feel the fool when you can't even decide whether to read the new Margaret Atwood book or the new Alice Hoffman book. One is a distopian novel and one magic realism. Plus it's not like these are the only choices. There are thousands of better books out there to read. And what's wrong with reading both?
But I've been undecided all day and consequently have read nothing. I've made three prairie girl dolls for my mom's Christmas presents. I texted Elyce several times. I had a long conversation with Richard about how he did well at the dentist to mention his carpentry skills. Networking is good say all the life coaches and BMI groups.
I spent some quality time with my cat and tried to clean up a little around here. But this book decission is weighing on me. Margaret Atwood never disappoints and Alice Hoffman seems to be tackling a worn out topic (Frieda Kahlo) but I'm leaning toward the Hoffman book.
Maybe I can't commit to the Hoffman book because I don't want to admitt to seeking escapism. I'm already leading a pretty eacapist life. Shouldn't I confront the distopic future? Shoulda, woulda, coulda, these are not the words of the magnificent life. I'm going for the Frieda book. Right now!
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