Book Report

This is how many of my mornings begin and many of my evenings end, with Saba trying her best to crawl up onto my chest between my face and my computer or book. She likes to be in the thick of things, I guess.

Dave came home last Friday evening from his week-long trip to Rochester, NY, dragging a little cold along with him, pobrecito. It was probably a little gift from someone on the plane on the way out there. (I've so far escaped getting it. Knock wood.) Sucks though to have to sniffle and snuffle your way through a post-business trip weekend. We didn't even make it out to the studio all weekend.

February Reads So Far

Dave brought me some omiyage from his trip, a copy of Life of Pi by Yann Martel.  After reading it, I finished two books I started awhile ago, Mark Twain's Sherlock Holmes novel(la), A Double-Barreled Detective Story, and Clarissa Dickson Wright's Rifling Through My Drawers. (She was, of course, one of the wondrous "Two Fat Ladies.") Then I read Eleanor Porter's Pollyanna which I downloaded for free from Amazon onto my Kindle quite awhile ago along with Pollyanna Grows Up  (which I'm reading now, never having read either one when I was a girl).

I've got a small handful of things coming from Amazon, a book of short stories by Joyce Carol Oates and one by Joe Hill and...I can't remember what else. Oh yes-- The Wanderers by Richard Price and Everyday Matters by Danny Gregory.  I'm also contemplating downloading onto my Kindle an autobiography by Winston Churchill called My Early Years, and one by his daughter Mary Soames called A Daughter's Tale: The Memoir of Winston Churchill's Youngest Child. I'm a little bit obsessed with Winston Churchill--he's hilarious, I think--though it may be that I'm actually more interested in his mother, the scandalous American buccaneer Jennie Jerome. Anyway, I kindled samples of both, enjoyed both, and now have to decide which, if either, to go ahead and purchase.

Here's the deal so far with month two of the New Year's Reading Resolution: Slamming through thirteen books a month is no joke. February is a short month, so that's a book every two days or so. Which, yikes.  Still, four days in, I'm four books down (five by the end of the day)--but I'm not reading War and Peace here though, you know?