First, I have to assure you that I get no money, no freebies, no nothin' (!) for this endorsement, but I freakin' LOVE V8's Southwestern Corn soup. I haven't felt much like eating since I got sick a few weeks ago (on the mend, finished off antibiotics today) so I stocked up on soup. Easy, quick, tasty, reheatable. I picked the Southwestern Corn up on a lark, and when I heated its golden goodness today, I thought I might have to be restrained to keep from eating the whole carton. Smoky, spicy, smooth, yummy. Holy crap. Go buy some. Do it now!
In reading news, I'm still working my way through The Hour I First Believed, by Wally Lamb. I haven't yet finished my second book of the year, and I feel like SUCH A SLACKER. This is the problem with me and long books--I feel like my biological clock might rust and die before I finish them. I'm about 233 pages into the mammoth, and I really like it, though "like" seems an ill-chosen word when so many horrible things happen to the characters. I've just finished the part where Caelum Quirk's (main character's) wife Maureen experiences the 1999 Columbine High School shootings from her hiding place inside a cabinet. The following chapter is nothing but excerpts from the tapes and journals of Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris. Disturbing to say the least. Effective, gripping, "turn away from the car accident" interesting. Do I feel manipulated? Oh yeah. Do I care? Not yet!
While the details are disturbing, they also extremely compelling. The characters--both Maureen who was there for the shooting and Caelum who was stuck hundreds of miles away--must deal with the fallout. The entire story is framed as something much larger than that one tragedy...I'm only 233 pages of the 700-some-odd in! It sort of reminds me of Paul Auster's writerly tricks in dealing with chance and the way tiny events can send out huge ripples in individual lives. In Lamb's writing, huge events send out almost insurmountable ripples. I'm looking forward to finding out how the couple can deal with all of it.
More to come as I work my way through this one. I expect I'll be in the sunroom reading feverishly as soon as I finish these last two syllabi for tomorrow. Nothing like waiting 'til the last minute!