We are reading The Centaur in our book group (Anjie et al forgive me, but since page one it has been very effectively putting me to sleep). But I left the Updike behind (by mistake?) this Tuesday when I flew to Dallas for a writing assignment.
So I popped into the Powell’s at PDX and picked up an Edith Wharton novel. To date I’ve only read Age of Innocence and House of Mirth. This one, written in 1913, is called The Custom of the Country and so far it’s absolutely brilliant, and keeping me awake at night.
But what about the Updike?
Well, I have until our next book club meeting, which is still a few weeks away.