This week has ended on a nicely high note. As you may have noticed, I’ve been very quiet on the blog posting front recently, because I’ve been deeply involved elsewhere. No worries, the involvement has been with good and enjoyable things, but oh my goodness, time consuming things, they all were.
This week I’ve put in an uncountable number of hours on the upcoming Performing Arts Festival preparations – I’m a member of the organizational committee – plus another 24 hours on the road driving the dancer of the family to classes (twice to Prince George and back, 5 hours driving each time), plus another 5 hours each day waiting around in town for her. That time was spent sitting at the laptop working on Festival stuff, so was not a complete waste of time. Yesterday off we went down to Vancouver to work with her choreographer - more hours waiting around tip-tapping on the laptop in between being summoned to watch progress - and then back home again this afternoon/evening – 14+ hours of driving for that little episode, of the 36 hours we were away. (I’m still moving. Must find my land legs …)
I was rewarded for my Super-Mom-ism when, on our single non-dance-related stop, in Hope for a flying visit to the great little secondhand bookstore there, I scored a tall stack of D.E.Stevenson paperbacks. And even better, guess what I paid? Listen to this. Two dollars each. Unbelievable. They’re all well-read, but in really decent condition.
Where should I start? I’ve read only a few of these before, and though I know these will vary widely in quality, I suspect the process of exploration will be highly enjoyable.
So the first thing I’m doing upon entering my own house and sitting down at the computer, even before checking my stacked-up email, is gloating to you, dear blog readers. I know there will be a few of you who will understand my deep inner thrill at this romantic little jackpot!
Here’s what I brought home:
- The Baker’s Daughter (read it – loved it)
- Vittoria Cottage
- Crooked Adam
- Shoulder the Sky (read it – very good)
- Fletcher’s End
- Rochester’s Wife
- Green Money (read it – ho-hum)
- The House on the Cliff
- The English Air
- Celia’s House
- Katherine Wentworth
- Spring Magic
- Kate Hardy
- The Four Graces (read it – liked it a lot)
- Anna and Her Daughters
- Music in the Hills
- Smouldering Fire
- The Tall Stranger
Logging off now, to go to bed. Not to sleep, though. I’ll be dallying for a while with a book, of course. Though not one of the new acquisitions quite yet. Still trying to make it through the Canada Reads books before the debates start on Monday. So far I’ve read Indian Horse and The Age of Hope, am halfway through the brutally tedious Two Solitudes, well into Away, and am frequently glancing hopefully at as-yet-unopened February, which, from all reports by fellow bloggers whose tastes I share, may well be the best of the bunch.
I’m thinking of dumping Two Solitudes unfinished, and concentrating on the other two. I think I’ve got McLennan’s theme figured out in Solitudes, and I honestly don’t really care what happens to any of his boring characters. Might be different in a less busy time, but right now the reading hours are even more precious than usual, and I’m resenting time spent on dullness. Engage me, authors, oh please!