I've just started reading "Lullabies for Little Criminals" by Heather O'Neill and have been creeping my way through Lynda Barry's "Cruddy" for the millionth time. They make good companion reads.
What I like to do is gently ease myself over the winter slump with some light reading about cruel and difficult childhoods. Actually it seems like I'm buried in glum topics but I spend most of my days sorting through photos of plants, talking about gardening, and writing about cucumbers. There is balance.
We watched "Running with Scissors" last night. It's really shallow but I knew that going in. My low expectations were met.
Found in the author's book reviews section at the back of "Lullabies for Little Criminals":
"Nothing is funnier or more tragic than the mental instability of our mothers."
I'd agree but the humour in that has lost its impact on me, lately.
Song: Maggie May Rod Stewart
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If you get a chance there is one day left to see "The British Are Coming, a group exhibition of documentary photography at the Stephen Bulger Gallery that focuses on class divisions in British life. Thanks to Luke for recommending it.