Five Years a Writer

For me, there is nothing quite so good as diving into a book from which I don't want to come up for air. To be in the pages of a story, created by a writer with command not only of that story but of the words used to tell it — their selection, rhythm and structure — is a wonder and a delight. All the more so, because it doesn’t always happen, despite what the reviews might promise. So when it does, it’s an experience I want to share. But, please, not in a book club. I am not drawn to a formal discussion of a specific book. I prefer the more ad hoc “I loved this book; maybe you will, too” approach to sharing with other readers. Recently, I wondered about taking a sort of guerrilla approach to book recommendations and reviews: The other day, I finished reading Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus. I absolutely loved it. The protagonist, Elizabeth Zott, is a bit zany and a lot bright. She takes on patriarchy via the chemistry lab, and raises a daughter along the way. It’s a wonderful