“It’s over. The icecaps are melting.”—Overheard at the coffeehouse.
These days I know how to brew excellent coffee, but when I need a break I head out with a book or newspaper for half an hour. And, if possible, I grab a window table, because cafes tend to be dimly-lit.
Most people are on electronic devices, but the tables are so close together that everybody eavesdrops on everybody else’s conversation, like it or not. Sometimes it’s sports talk, incomprehensible to me. Sometimes it’s gossip, and gossip is the same everywhere: sex, politics, work. I tune that right out. At the moment the politicians are on the State Fair circuit, so everybody’s talking about the 22 (or whatever the count is) running for president.
Overheard in a coffeehouse: “It’s all smoke and mirrors. They’ll cancel each other out.”
And what’s everyone reading at the coffeehouse? Isn’t that what we all want to know?
Anne Tyler’s Clock Dance, Madeline Miller’s Circe, which is going to be made into an HBO series, Laura Lippmann’s latest, J. Ryan Stradal’s The Lager Queen of Minnesota, Neal Stephenson’s Fall, or Dodge in Hell, Delia Owen’s Where the Crawdads Sing…
And what people are reading on phones and e-readers, only the corporations know for sure.
2 thoughts on “Overheard at the Coffeehouse”
“…what people are reading on phones and e-readers, only the corporations know for sure.” Ha ha 🙂 . Pity the suggestions I get on my Kindle app aren’t better in that case. All that information on my reading habits (YA and literary fiction) and it only recommends self-help books to me. 😀
Yes, the recs can be very strange. The algorithms go crazy!
On Sat, Aug 10, 2019 at 7:14 AM Thornfield Hall: A Book Blog wrote: