by a novel every now and then. I actually just finished reading Dan Brown's the Lost Symbol in two evenings. Good, not as good as A&D; nonetheless, he is a good formula writer and the book is good.
A book I need to buy for my dad -- The Hospital for Bad Poets. Dad used to write a lot of poetry and was published in highschool; but, never again. I cannot understand his poetry. For a sixteen year old boy to write what he did is beyond my comprehension. He's not a bad poet, a good one indeed...and I think he might like this book.
A book for my mother -- Once Upon a Farm: a Fairly True Tale. This looks like a love story / friendship between a cow and a deer. Sure to make a librarian cry?
My father found a book for me. He ripped out a page from the pageaday calendar for Monday September 28. On this day, my dad mailed a $45 check to me to buy my bf's daughter something nice for her rise to VP of her 9th grade class and homecoming attendant. The page provided the crime lover's pick for the day ie. The Blade Itself by Marcus Sakey, published by St. Martin's Minotaur, 2007.
Our Minnesota weather has turned nippy the last few days. When it gets to be really cold, in the dead of winter, I am stuck in the house and I plan to read read read. First, I don't wish to lose my mind when I am old so I read a lot of books. Second, I need a concrete reason to lie in my comfy bed a lot (I really don't, but this sounds like a good reason). Third, the diseases I am cursed by (Interstitial Cystistis & Endo) sometimes put me in the bed in pain...and if I can manage to read I will (or I'll sleep).
It is 46 degrees outside. Uff-da. Soon after I took a hot bath, I laid down in bed with the cat and dog lying atop the blanket on my feet. Wonderful. Stuffed animals that have come to life.
