Almost stayed up all night to finish A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini, but then decided to be reasonable and go to sleep around 2:30 a.m. This book is bad for my health. How Hosseini manages to make such dreadful stuff filled with violence and sadistic cruelty somehow beautiful and unputdownable I don’t know. Love, I guess. Always there’s love. And beautiful writing paired with that Arabian Nights talent for weaving fascinating tales of course. I’m gobsmacked, just as I was with The Kite Runner. For the life of me I can’t understand why it’s taken me so long to read this one. Goes without saying I want to read his third book too.
Off to get ready for lunch with a friend. She discovered a vegan/raw food restaurant downtown called Crudessence, which I’d heard about for some years but had never tried until I went with her a couple of months ago. It’s her favourite and she goes every week, and has become a favourite for me too (this will be my third visit), though I can’t afford to eat out very often since of course I spend all the money I don’t have on books! What else?
Not looking forward to going outside. I slept with two sweaters and the heating full on last night because I had trouble staying warm after nearly getting frostbitten on my walk with Coco yesterday, with -28 C temperatures. My hands started turning a deep purple when I came back into the house after a mere 25-30 minutes outside, and they still feel a little strange. Coco didn’t seem especially bothered. It’s much warmer today. Only -11 C, so I guess I’ll man up and face the elements like a big girl.