[thankful for a book-a-day advent to thanksgiving: 5 days left]

when i was a boy i liked to write. it was the only thing i wanted to do with my life. i invented imaginary people and filled notebooks with their stories. i wrote about a boy who grew up and got so hairy people wanted him for his fur. he had to hide in the trees, and he fell in love with a bird who thought she was a three-hundred-pound gorilla.

that’s all it took. a few sentences and i craved and feasted and sighed on the history of love. it is perfect. absolutely perfect.

the reviews, however, on krauss’s book were mixed, to say the least. and you’ll find most people tipping against it. i have no idea what’s wrong with those people. if my house was on fire, i would take the history of love.

is it in your 72 hour kit?

[ps - you still have ample time to finish housekeeping by marilynne robinson for our book group, the book trail, on nov. 30.]