I had high hopes for this novel, Bel Canto, which sold more than a million copies, and which combines two very disparate subjects, classical music and international politics, in an interesting way. I certainly wasn't entirely disappointed; but by the end of the novel I was still wondering why she'd written it. It has its entertaining and lyrical moments, but the plot meandered and left me unconvinced (especially the surprise ending), and the main characters never felt all that believable either. However--hats off to Ann Patchett for picking such an off-the-wall subject and, well, at least trying to pull off something original.
A peaceful day, in spite of a trip to the doctor (for the 8-month checkup) during which the little one received a shot in each thigh (second flu shot, and Hep-B). He was a trooper, to say the least, only cried for a few seconds.
I've been griping a lot about fatigue recently, and yes it's true, I've been horribly tired (still am); but I've got to remember, some part of me has got to remember, how damn fortunate I am to feel this tired. And anyway--it's getting better; slept for almost seven hours last night.
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