Today I have both (finally!) children back in school; two different ones now. I'll be glad when these first weeks of doing things for the first time are over, and we have our path habits in place...and I can get cracking on the mounting pile of books read but not reviewed, and repainting the dining room so as to move the tbr pile back into the dining room because I have a nervous (justifiably so, I'm afraid) feeling that BOOKS ARE CREEPING AWAY from the main piles and going off to live lives of their own in dark and hidden places and I will never find them. (The ARCs tend to clump together a bit more solidly than other books, which is one mercy).
But anyway. Since thinking about the books I actually have is making me feel anxious, the obvious thing to do is to look forward to a book I don't have. Today's book is The Green Man, by Michael Bedard, from Tundra Books. Like last week, I've boldened the bits that make me want it (sorry, no picture seems to be available yet...it's not out till April, 2012)
Teenaged O – never call her Ophelia – is about to spend the summer with her aunt Emily [my sister's name, which predisposes me in the book's favor]. Emily is a poet and the owner of an antiquarian book store [what's not to like], The Green Man [I'm fascinated by Green Man stories]. A proud, independent woman, Emily’s been made frail by a heart attack. O will be a help to her. Just how crucial that help will be unfolds as O first tackles Emily’s badly neglected home, then the chaotic shop [see comments on my own house, above. Clearly this is a wish fulfillment book for me]. But soon she discovers that there are mysteries and long-buried dark forces that she cannot sweep away, though they threaten to awaken once more. At once an exploration of poetry [poetry's nice], a story of family relationships [I'm happy to read about families], and an intriguing mystery, The Green Man is Michael Bedard at his finest.
As an added incentive for me personally, Michael Bedard has also written a book called Stained Glass, about which I know nothing and don't have time to check right this sec because my lunch break is almost over, but I like stained glass lots.
Waiting on Wednesday is a meme hosted by Jill at Breaking the Spine.