I confess. My reading has been beyond the eclectic lately. I’ve ground to a halt in with The United States of Arugula. I had great hopes for it. This book was a fascinating history of the food revolution here in American, and I was enthusiastic right up to the section on Chez Panisse where the author faded into whines, sterilizations, and other unneeded gestures. I have the new Robb and finished it feeling that it was a waste of my time. I got stuck in the Civil War. Darn it. But when I read the newest Dana Stabenow, I found it marvelous. Riveting. I couldn’t put it down. She kept me awake and in my seat from the front page to the last. Ditto with a middle aged Janet Evanovich called Wicked Appetite. I loved it, but it left me wondering where the sequel was.
I truly feel a lot like a fox in the hen house at work sometimes. Perhaps I should just feel blessed instead of like the thrift store junkie I really am.
An old juvenile Anne McCaffrey, Horses for the King, came in to the shop last week. Brand new. I snagged it right up then couldn’t put it down it was so well written. In her last years of writing, she became syrupy and fuzzy. I understand being a fuzzy person myself. What was a surprise was to find how clear her writing was in this volume. How well constructed the whole book is. No wonder she became famous with such a degree of clarity, research, and imagination….a delight all around.
Sadly many of my much loved Dick Francis volumes developed mold at the moldy house. The worst were banished to the trash cans. The best sat lumpy and stained on a shelf in our current bedroom. Now they have been joined by an armload of new-to-me volumes, or replacements that happily over fill the Francis shelf….including several written with his son. Good stuff. Any time I run out of newer reading materials, you can find me with a Dick Francis in hand.
Now today the laundry is done. Groceries for the week come next next, then the cleaning G pleads for less fattening foods. At last, I had to admit to him that I’d given up. With the time change, maybe now I can drive to WW meetings in the evenings. Perhaps that will perk me up a bit…..before starting the next Dick Francis.