What I'm Reading: Nothing Rhymes with Orange and Magdalene
When packing for a whirlwind overnight business trip to Boston this morning, I slipped two books into my bag: Marie Howe's Magdalene and Adam Rex's Nothing Rhymes with Orange.
I fully intended to read the latter to my daughter over FaceTime when she began to miss mommy tonight, but alas, that moment never came. Still, it's a charmer of a rhyming picture book and contains the unexpected Nietzsche reference that keeps closet academics like myself coming back for more (important when your toddler requests multiple readings of the same book every night.
As a sucker for any writing that documents or takes as point of reference women's religious experience, Magdalene called out to me from the shelves of Powerhouse Arena.