I bought my wife this for her birthday, but selfishly read it first, ten pages two nights ago and the other 229 pages in one go after putting the kids to bed. It’s beautifully written and deeply sad; the last book to make me weep in Seattle was a biography of Zatopek, the Czech distance runner, so to have similar effect from a twenty something Korean American from Eugene in Oregon is either expected or unprecedented. Read it when you can, and not if you’re feeling down.
Otherwise, a quiet day. We did some organising, I hid at a friend’s place all morning, I played a game of Blood Bowl with Destroyer in the afternoon, and then the girls demanded I play Goat Simulator on the Xbox for hours. How I survived this I just don’t know.
Also, it’s raining again. Perhaps summer’s lease is over.