You thought I was going to say "since I blogged," right?
But actually what I was going to say is this: it's been a long time since I've had the experience of really falling into a book. And by that I mean being in the book so thoroughly that you're living the lives of those characters--even dreaming their dreams at night.
I had that experience this week. I went up to the farm with Betsy to write (hence my silence--no wi-fi there) and in the evening I read ALL THAT I AM by Anna Funder, a novel set in Germany between the wars. Because I wasn't distracted by TV or the internet or the phone or housework or anything at all, I read uninterrupted--something that never ever ever EVER happens these days. And so I fell into the pages and inhabited the streets of Berlin and London with passionate, desperate people.
It's a fine novel, although at this point I don't think I can be objective because of the intensity of the reading experience itself. If you read it, let me know what you think.