First I loved Eleanor & Park. And then I loved Attachments. And now I love Landline. I think it’s safe to say that I’m a fan of Rainbow Rowell. Big fan.
Landline is funny, charming, sad, magical, mystical, hopeful, tense, and a little time-bendy. It’s about relationships—between husband and wife, mothers and daughters, best friends, boy and girl, girl and girl, even pug and woman (get your mind outta the gutter), and how one neurotic wife-mother-working-woman juggles all of these relationships during the holiday season. It’s light enough that you’ll laugh out loud, tender enough that you’ll get the warm fuzzies when she talks about her husband’s dimples, and overwrought with just enough anxiety that you’ll actively cheer when even the littlest of things goes well.
No. 4 on my challenge, obviously.
I finish what I start (unless, of course, I lose interest in season 7 of the Netflix show I’m binge watching, or the book I’m reading falls behind my dresser and my arms are too short to reach it—rest in peace, The Piano Shop on the Left Bank—or I’m bored with the pencil crayon colours I chose for my adult colouring pages). So, like a tube of sour cream and onion Pringles, that 40 of rye in my freezer, and my masters degree, I will finish these PanLit Games posts. Better late than never:
Continue reading “Games with All Lit Up – Synchronized Swimming / Baseball / Gymnastics”
If this is what it feels like to be in love at sixteen, I’m glad I skipped it and heartbroken that I missed it.
Currently reading: I’m on page 3. By the time I’m on page 50 you should have driven to the nearest bookstore, purchased it, and started reading it in the parking lot. This is gonna be good.
Edit: finished. Absolutely fantastic.