I tried a collection of Andre Dubus novellas We Don't Live Here Anymore, but you guys, the adultery. I'm a grown up, and I know that the real world is made up of a lot of people having sex with their friends' spouses, but I just don't like to read about it. Prude? Maybe.
I pondered re-reading the first Harry Potter, but that felt too unfinished. To start the series knowing I can't finish it didn't work for me. So, last night, I climbed the stairs to my collection of Newbery winners and special edition children's books. I pulled the boxed set of L'Engle's Time Quintet off the shelf and opened A Wrinkle in Time to the first page.
It was a dark and stormy night.It was, y'all. It was. And even though it is a series I won't finish, it felt just right.