Brrr! Winter has arrived, bringing with it a chill concoction of white, slushy precipitation. It really looks lovely, falling outside my window, illuminated by the warm glow of white lights on my little evergreen tree. But I couldn’t be cozier, tucked here in my chair books and canine companions. Come in and warm yourself – the kettle’s on for afternoon tea, and there’s plenty of wood for the fire.
I’m still immersed in the the Vincenzi novel I told you about the other day. It’s a rather large potboiler, I’m afraid (678 pages in nine point type), and even though I feel as if I’m scarfing it down, practically inhaling the paragraphs without the least bit of degustation, I still have at least 250 pages left to go. Still, I just started reading it on Tuesday, so I am making progress! And it’s great fun to read – the plot is thickening now, and the romance is heating up. Perfect fare for a Sunday afternoon.
However, I’m itching to read something a bit more, shall we say, learned? Not that I’m being a reading snob, mind you, but my mental digestive system can only take so much cotton candy before it begins to cry out for a good solid protein.
I think I hear that biography of Eudora Welty I purchased a while back calling me.
But I’m so comfortable here in my chair, and if I were to get up and fetch it, I would have to disturb Magic who’s curled so comfortably on the hassock at my feet. Not to mention Molly, who is tucked in here beside me in the big green chair.
Hmm, perhaps a little more cotton candy won’t hurt.
Now tell me, what sweet concoctions have you read lately?