I'm almost moved into the new house and getting ready to put everything together. I'll start posting pictures of my progress.
After 17 months of writing, editing and re-writing, I thought I'd take some time and be on the other end of a book for a change. So, while I'm asking myself 'what to read? what to read?' I thought I'd revisit the books that my English literature teacher used to assign to us. You know the ones that bore you to tears? The ones that made me beg my Dad to let me mow the lawn, scoop the stalls, anything to use an excuse to not have to read those looonnnggg, drawn out, bo-ring! 'classics'. Don't tell Mrs. Wiseman, but I was able to read just enough that I could make a report and carry on a conversation about it..
(And by the way, Will Truitt, if you are reading this, I know every trick in the book, so don't even think you can get away with something like that...)
Anyway, back to my reading. I decided on Henry David Thoreau's Walden and Other Writings. Oh. My. Goodness. Thomas Wolfe's You Can't Go Home, Again. Ugh! I can't get into these anymore at 47 than I could when I was 15 or 16.
Henry David Thoreau
So, if you'll excuse me I'm going to go on line and order the new book "Social Climbers" by Beth Dunn. It's had rave reviews in the Blog World and it sounds like a fun read.
(much cuter than Henry David Thoreau, don'tcha think?)
But I'll keep H.D.'s - I can call you H.D, can't I Henry David? - book near my nightstand and it will be cheaper than a sedative when I can't sleep