No review this week, folks. Last week, Haley and I both got the enjoy that rarest and most mixed of blessings: travel without children. And now we are both home and reconnecting, which in my case means lots of reading to a book-addicted-18-month-old and not so much writing. (In other news, any tips for when your 18-month-old son is obsessed with the Berenstain bears? I’m about to go bananas…)
My trip was a weekend away in Montana with my husband, where we traveled to hear the Emerson Quartet perform Mozart, Shostakovich, and Beethoven. If you don’t own a copy of Beethoven’s late string quartets, do yourself a favor and pick up a copy ASAP. (I recommend the Emerson or Quartetto Italiano recordings.) They are absolutely, transcendently beautiful, witty, and moving.