I’m in the midst of a major project (collaborative fiber piece – will tell more later) and have been listening to the audio version of Revelation by C. J. Sansom while I work. It is apart of the Matthew Shardlake Mystery series. I hadn’t ‘read ‘ any of these before, but have to say it was good. Reminded me of a 16th century Da Vinci Code!
Eighteen discs and all of it good. Too bad the project didn’t end when the book did!
I actually read a book this week. One with covers and pages and printed words!
I’m saying this particularly for my second son who doesn’t believe I read anymore – that I just listen to books being read to me via audio books from the library. **
The book in question is really pretty good: The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread, a novel by Don Robertson. Written from the perspective of a nine year old boy growing up in Cleveland, it details the events leading up to and during the natural gas explosion on the east side on October 20, 1944 in a really cool manner. Another thing that is so cool is that I recognized a lot of the streets and places that are mentioned.
All packed and ready to wow them in TN with a week of mud cloth fun!
**I was just informed that second son really does know that I read books – my apologies! I obviously got the sons mixed up.
I’m just about ready to head out the door for two days of mudcloth in Medina – sounds like a novel!
Speaking of which, I just finished an audio book – a true story – which I highly recommend. Here If You Need Me by Kate Braestrup. Read by the author, it recounts her life since her husband’s death. It is a lovely and poignant look at life through the eyes of a wife, mother, and minister to game wardens – life with all its bumps and bruises.
Hitting the road with some audios of Lois Lowry’s books. Suggested by my sister who is an eighth grade English teacher, they are geared towards adolescent sensitivites but I’m finding them quite moving.
I’m feeling like a lazy slug these days. Doing nothing much but knitting and reading, and not necessarily in that order. Still using the ‘healing’ excuse – which is real, so I guess it isn’t really an excuse. One obvious sign of things getting better: I have been able to sleep in bed this week instead of in the recliner!
There have been some bits of creative energy: a few seasonal decorations have snuck into the house (red ornament balls filling up a large glass vase and in/under some wine and whiskey glasses on display with a few more on top of the piano, …….. ummmm, that’s about it so far!) Outside we have red ribbons in between the hanging baskets filled with white lights in front of the main door – will have to get a picture of that for you. Usually we are the last ones to put up any decorations, but this year I think we were the first on the street to have their mailbox decorated.
The knitting is for Christmas gifts so I don’t want to say a whole lot right now, but I’m on my third one and they seem to be turning out fine. Just hope the sizes are right!
And the reading has been a whole mix of fiction – some historical and anthropological, some sci-fi, some just plain heartwarming. Going through the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher (thanks, Dave!). Started on the Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon but couldn’t get into it – too much high society stuff for me, I guess.
Not much excitement, but I think that is fine for the moment. Will definitely have to get in gear next week and doing something productive!
Maybe it is all this political talk going on right now, but for some reason I wound up listening to two and reading one book dealing with war in some fashion or other. All very interesting reads/listens.
Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin chronicles how Greg Mortenson got started building schools for children, especially girls, in Pakistan and Afghanistan. And he is still doing it. Amazing. Truly inspirational. Gives hope to the world.
Skeleton at the Feast (novel) by Chris Bohjalian tells the story of the end of WWII through a well-to-do German family, their Scottish prisoner of war working as a farm laborer, and a young German Jew scraping by and trying to find any remains of his family. Puts faces on the people involved in the conflict and the atrocities.
A Case of Exploding Mangoes (novel) by