Ahhh, I'm the good boy.

Over the weekend I read THE STORIED LIFE OF A.J. FIKRY by Gabrielle Zevin. This book has "buzz." Here is a description:

A. J. Fikry, the irascible owner of Island Books, has recently endured some tough years: his wife has died, his bookstore is experiencing the worst sales in its history, and his prized possession--a rare edition of Poe poems--has been stolen. Over time, he has given up on people, and even the books in his store, instead of offering solace, are yet another reminder of a world that is changing too rapidly. Until a most unexpected occurrence gives him the chance to make his life over and see things anew.  

Published April 2014, it has 273 pages.This was a digital loan from the library. Yes, it's a feel-good book. But it's more than that: it's a love letter to the power books have in our lives. But it's more than that too: it comes from a good cast of eccentric townsfolk, a small community, and a sense of closeness among the characters. And it has the best philosophy of life I've ever seen committed to paper:

"Maya," he says. "There is only one word that matters."
..."Maya, we are what we love. We are that we love."
..." We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think, these really do live on."

Tonight I have the season finale of The Blacklist to watch. And maybe The Voice and maybe 24.

Much love,
PK the Bookeemonster