It snowed all day Sunday so I spent most of it here with a pot of tea and multiple copies of Tender is The Night both on my iPad and an old paperback. I like switching between the two because I'm a nerd that way and, well, as much as I've railed against reading screens it is in fact easier on my eyes. But I do love holding tatty, old dog-eared paperbacks.
The story itself, though a little strange, is a transportation into 1930's France with the kind of evocative writing I love about Fitzgerald. And who couldn't use a little literary daydreaming right about now?
Speaking of old paperbacks, look what I found while rummaging the shelves in my favourite used book store. I loved listening to David Bowie as a teen and have always kept a few of my favourite songs around to sing along with and reminisce over. It was a shock to hear that he had died last week and what better reason to break out those songs for a thorough listen? Wow, such intense emotional, angsty teen memories. It was a good time in my life, actually. I felt I had 'discovered' something fringe and it helped me evolve.
And now, thirty years later, this book...