So tonight, the Matron anticipated this complex, professorial post about what's on her book shelf: The Road, by Cormac McCarthy (she has a reader to thank for this!); In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan; and We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates, among others.
Anyone who has read all three detects a dark note. Anyway, she's going to tie them together for you tomorrow.
Because tonight she is just too tired!
So instead she is falling onto a photograph: the interior of her refrigerator! Now, she thinks she got this idea from the car guys on NPR, but can't really remember. But the gist is to see how people 'read' someone's car -- or refrigerator. What kind of person frequents this? Hippy-dippy? Time-driven and practical? Conservative or a dreamer? Etcetera.
Whaddya think? She's letting her fridge speak volumes! Is the Matron a neat-freak, health-nut or junk food junkie? Other options? The refrigerator might be as revealing as the medicine cabinet.
And hers doesn't just feed any old child. No, these nutrients must power the boy who will not settle for the ordinary, run-of-the-mill bury your brother in the sand. Today, Stryker was hell-bent on burying Merrick --standing up.
If you detect some intensity, purpose and drive in those sand-scooping arms, you'd be an apt observer. Hope the fridge scan goes just as well!
Don't be shy. Flaunt your fridge on your own blog! She'll be watching (and probably linking).
Literary pursuits, tomorrow.