A day without reading is a lost day, in my book.

This was a very enjoyable book but definitely has the wrong title. It should properly have been titled How Modern Art Came to America and was fascinating as such. “Picasso’s war” was obviously chosen as better click bait. At any rate, I’m glad I read it. Very well done.

By the author of Quiet, The Power of Introverts (which I loved), it was a shoe-in that I would like this book as well. I liked it a lot. Longing and sorrow are a part of any complete life and Cain writes elegantly about it.

Maya Angelou, a classic must read. Loved this passage from the book: “I wouldn’t miss Mrs. Flowers, for she had given me her secret word which called forth a djinn who was to serve me all of my life: books.”

Whoa, Nellie, I was not expecting this book! Absolutely excellent!

And, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. Oh my god. An epic. Superb. Read it! I just finished it last night and it is playing over in my mind and led to some interesting dreams. It spoke to me. It stays with me. I learned from it. This is the kind of book that ruins me for a while, because nothing else quite stacks up. But I would not NOT have read it for the world.

And last I also read Long Island. It was okay, but not in the same league as the ones above. I stayed with it to see what happened, but I wasn’t enlightened or moved as I was with the ones above. Still, it’s a quick, easy, and intelligent read.