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Books and or cleaning
Aug. 18th, 2009 02:22 amBookland has been quiet as I still am mostly rereading. I read the Queen of Attolia and the King of Attolia for the 3rd or 4th time this weekend (The King of Attolia is one of the all time perfect novels, in my opinion, but only if you've read The Thief and The Queen of Attolia - which are, respectively, good and very good, but not perfect. Hence my difficulty in describing The King of Attolia's perfection - conditionally perfect?)
And I'm still reading Nana, because my desire for shojo manga apparently continues unabated.
I'm poking at The Lady in Red, a newish nonfiction book about a marriage and court cases and adultery in the late 1700s, but I'm not sure I'm up for another historical adultery book. That would make three this year.
Cleaning: my apartment looks oddly naked without the 400+ lbs of books that I have mailed to my mother's basement. I found our wedding invites (designed and silk screened by the awesome Hope Larson) while packing up stuff and the framed matted one is on my desk next to another print of hers. I found the shoebox o'journals and had to resist the temptation to read vast swathes of them. And now it is extremely late so I should most likely sleep.
But first I am going to have some organic whole wheat sourdough toast and read a few more pages of the Lives of Christopher Chant, because re-reading is the order of the day (and night and morning).
And I'm still reading Nana, because my desire for shojo manga apparently continues unabated.
I'm poking at The Lady in Red, a newish nonfiction book about a marriage and court cases and adultery in the late 1700s, but I'm not sure I'm up for another historical adultery book. That would make three this year.
Cleaning: my apartment looks oddly naked without the 400+ lbs of books that I have mailed to my mother's basement. I found our wedding invites (designed and silk screened by the awesome Hope Larson) while packing up stuff and the framed matted one is on my desk next to another print of hers. I found the shoebox o'journals and had to resist the temptation to read vast swathes of them. And now it is extremely late so I should most likely sleep.
But first I am going to have some organic whole wheat sourdough toast and read a few more pages of the Lives of Christopher Chant, because re-reading is the order of the day (and night and morning).
