Books are willing to wait. Jenny Erpenbeck
My book club meets today. It's both poetry day and the day we choose books for the coming year. Unfortunately, my exposure to poetry is limited to reading reviews in the New Yorker and listening to music lyrics. To actually sit and read a book of poetry, well that is something I just never do.
As to next year's book choice, I've taken a safe tack and chosen one I've already read. Last year I saddled the club with one of those big Russian novels I'd long wanted to read but hadn't gotten around to yet. This turned out fine, we read it and discussed it, but I've earned a bit of ribbing for the choice.
My scanning progress is currently at roll 42, or just over a thousand photos. Seeing as how I've been on a motorcycle theme here's one more. It's 1997 and we're at the tail of a tour of Holland when we caught this fleet of BMWs in a plaza in The Hague.
Back in 1998 we were in Maastricht where we visited Paul's aunt Maria who was a nun. She arranged Paul's adoption into the Schoemaker family. She lived at the Klooster van de Zusters Onder de Bogen (the Convent of the Sisters Under the Arches).
