Yesterday afternoon I was sitting in the meadow that is my front yard, and sharing a nice, warm cup of green tea with little Eve. We were watching our tomcat prowl through the grass to find a nice, sunny spot on which to nap. A neighbor had a chainsaw running somewhere in the distance. There was a little breeze, but not much got through the woods and we were just watching the tops of the cedars blow gently in the canopy.
I love Sunday afternoons.
There is no day in the week which harbors the afternoon sunlight quite like Sundays.
I spent a good amount of time out there being a good steward of the sun, enjoying the warmth and the green, quiet forest; but I realized….something was missing.
A BOOK.
Now that things have settled into a routine here, I am getting back to small hobbies. Like reading. Yet, I have read all the books I own! What is a girl to do??
I shall make for myself a list!!
Okay, anyone who doesn’t love the movie is crazy with a capital CRAY. However, the book is better…OR SO I HAVE HEARD.
I have never read this book, and it has been on my list for years. Beyond the wonderful story of Buttercup and Wesley, there is a small mystery of this book, which I find delightfully manipulative. The mystery is that the main character of the story references a book he used to read as a child, and now he is going to read it for his grandson. But, if you think this is the book he read as a child, you are very wrong. Goldman actually references a book that never existed. In his book, of a man reading the original book, that doesn’t exist. It’s this funny Inception-book thing, which is hilarious (to me).
So, top of the list: The Princess Bride.
I am so back-logged on Science Fiction, it is embarrassing.
Fortunately, I have most of the big ones under my belt already. Dune, Ender’s Game, Ender’s Shadow, Mists of Avalon, The Firebrand, The Martian Chronicles, 5 pages of Cryptonomicon (I think that counts), 1984, Brave New World, Heinlein, Asimov, Vonnegut…
But there are so many I haven’t read yet. The Foundation series, Discworld, Ringworld…
So, here is one for the list: Ready Player One.
And, in memory of Mr. Pratchett: The Color of Magic.
I also want some contemporary fiction in here, for balance.
I’m rather intrigued by this book, so I’m going to give it a shot. There will always be a draw for me towards books about messy, but not criminally messy, relationships. They are puzzles to be solved, which gives me some meat to chew on while I read. This is a pretty classic “dysfunctional, middle America” American fiction.
Faux-Pax-Americana item: Vinegar Hill.
And finally, another Faux-Pax-Americana book, where the characters set out with hopes and dreams, and are introduced to the realities of insurance, debt, mortgages, trials and hopelessness: The Weight of Dreams
Next month I might switch to lighter subjects with more optimism.
But today is not that day!
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