Tyler has had a long and prolifically novel-y career. (Does that ring a bell for you? Not me.) I will read that one later. (It also sounds intriguing, doesn’t it?) While it was nominated for the Pulitzer, it is her novel Breathing Lessons that won. The Accidental Tourist was the one title of Tyler’s that I recognized, by the way, which might have been from the movie in the 80s. In just a couple otherwise summer-activity-filled days, I had finished and looped my husband into watching the movie with me (see below). I just wanted to read and not write or think super-hard for a second. Could it have been months?! This year’s sense of time and timing has been especially strange, no thanks to The Pandemic.Īfter I returned from the conference, where I discovered there would be almost no time for reading (unless you count the audiobooks I listened to while driving to and fro), I picked The Accidental Tourist back up and read. But the reason for the opening sentence here? When I was packing for the conference last week, I slid the one of the two books I had bought into my yellow bowling bag and chided myself for not having read that and the other, by then.

I quickly put a couple of her books on my Amazon wishlist (a receptacle for all sorts of thoughts and things)-after swiftly Googling her and smiling smugly at her Pulitzer. Along with the nice words was a comparison to Anne Tyler.

Along with the email were some very nice words about my writing. It seems like just a second ago that I received the email congratulating me on a parent-writer fellowship for the Martha’s Vineyard Institute for Creative Writing’s annual conference.

The accidental tourist book review