I'm glad that the National Book Awards are over because I am so tired of all the redundant literary blogging about the controversy surrounding the selection of this year's nominees. Can't we move on? I will say, however, that I have the winner, Lily Tuck's The News from Paraguay, in my house; last week I snatched it up while at the Westwood Library. I keep hoping I'll find some moments when I can read it--I have such a yearning to find a quiet place where I can just read the afternoon away. That time will come, hopefully in December. I love December reading--dark windows, warm tea, warm dog with head on lap, one hand turns the pages, one hand strokes dog's head. Ahhh.