I’m on voluntary house arrest because of the haze outside. Polluntant Standards Index (PSI) as of an hour ago was 263. A PSI reading of 101-200 means the air is unhealthy while a reading of 201-300 is very unhealthy. Anything above that is hazardous. That reading is actually good news because the PSI went down from yesterday. There was a sense of mild panic in the air yesterday (aside from the pervasive burnt wood smell), when the PSI reading reached upwards of 400! People went about trying to buy the right masks, and of course, it was sold out, with rumors floating around that they were selling 10 (or more) times the usual price, if you could find one.
She couldn’t guess the realm where the problem dwelt. Or even if there was one. And although she felt the vague need to talk about it, she felt a stronger compulsion to keep her concerns secret. She’d always been comfortable with the unsaid; secrets are what she did.” — from The Expats, by Chris Pavone
For several months, this book kept catching my eye in the bookstore, as if pleading, “pick me, pick meee!!” Has this ever happened to you? For some reason, out of all the books in the store, you pick one that was not even in your sight line, or did not largely impinge on your consciousness the way bestsellers will. This has happened to me several times and I’ve discovered new writers this way.