I'm reading Crossroads by Jonathan Franzen. I'm always conflicted about him. On the one hand, he can write. On the other, he writes too much. He could try harder to capture the essential, telling details, instead of ALL the details. And he's always sort of perched above his characters, a little superior, instead of embodying them.
I'm starting On Freedom by Maggie Nelson tomorrow. She's so brilliant; I've been looking forward to this!
ETA: good old-fashioned Molasses cookies, my grandma's recipe