by Michelle Richmond
It feels like a strange day to be blogging, what with the horrific events at Virginia Tech, so today I'll just mention a book I'm reading, Joan Didion's Year of Magical Thinking. It's a book about grief, about the way our days following a death succumb to meaninglessness, about the way the mind takes circuitous and dangerous routes after the death of a loved one. I've dog-eared many of the pages, thinking I need to go back and read this or that passage again. What is most appropos today is the sentiment, repeated many times in the book, that one sits down to dinner and then, without warning, life as we know it completely falls apart.