I read Richard Rodríguez’s Hunger of Memory as a freshman in college, and it affected me in that worldview-shattering way that books are supposed to affect one in college (at least until the kid across the hall gets a thyroid problem and moves all his furniture out into the hall and plays squash in his room all night for two weeks straight and then you get too tired to have much of a worldview at all and pretty much stay that way until you’re thirty. But I’m digressing, aren’t I?). Rodríguez followed that memoir with two more, and I’ve wanted to read them ever since I learned they exist. This is the second in the trilogy, Days of Obligation: An Argument with my Mexican Father, and it’s wonderful. I look forward to writing a full review soon.
I’m working on the second sleeve of an adult-sized rollneck sweater made with four different colors of fisherman yarn. The first sleeve is cream-colored; this one is the same cream heathered in with light brown (it looks gray in the photo, but it’s brown). The front of the sweater will be this same light brown, and the back will be a darker brown. So far I’m liking it.
Other than that, there’s lots to do, lots to do. There’s a big meal to cook, novel chapters to write, books to read, cats to beg to tell me where they hid my car keys.
Yarn Along is hosted by Ginny on her blog, Small Things.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends!