...make me laugh, fewer yet make me cry, but to my cat's dismay The Art of Salvage by Leona Theis managed both. It's a fine, fast-paced novel. And penetrating. I flew through the 343 pages in record time, but in doing so I failed to dog-ear pages. I'll go back and do that. There's a number of passages I want to return to.
I've been writing a lot over the past several weeks. I've got pages and pages of new work pinned up in front of me, the superheroes and black cats staring at me from between poems. I tacked my latest poem up beside the latest black cat card, a postcard I received from France just the other day. Given my poor grasp of French, I only recognize the words chat and noir. Worse yet, the cat is staring at me like I'm clueless.