Goodbye, November! NaBloPoMo, you are through!
Well, this is it: the last day of November. No more posting every day, which probably means less random book-squee as I struggle for something to say, but on the other hand, I'm going to Anne of Green Gables next, so. :D (Incidentally, that is one of my mother's all-time favorite movies. She never doesn't cry when Matthew dies. And she never read very much when she was little, so it's not a nostalgia thing, she just loves it. The only book that I know she loved as a child was Dear Daddy-Long-Legs, which she had me read at about 10. Just a little bit creepy, the relationship that develops in this book, but it's also adorable and so sweet and I love it, and if I tell you any more it'll ruin a major plot twist, so. (Go read it, guys! It's really quick, and a lovely portrait of Ye Olde College Life, and just sweet. Judy is utterly lovable.) :D
Watch: just like she was surprised when I'd read Little Men and Jo's Boys, j_daisy will have already read this one. :P
I was going to tell you all about the Mass I went to at Notre Dame today (it's the first Sunday of Advent; I had to), but I don't feel like it anymore. Let's just say that it's really confusing when you're going through the same rituals but suddenly don't know any of the responses (except "Amen", which remains the same in any language), and also, I was surprised at Communion time: as a Catholic child in America, the first thing you learn is the pattern for Communion. You don't know any of the prayers yet, probably couldn't say them if you did, but you know when to stand and when to move out of the pew and which way to walk. And you're secure in the knowledge that no matter which church you go to, this pattern will remain the same. So imagine my surprise when this very refined service (in Notre Dame, guys) lost all dignity with the mad rush towards the altar. I was just standing there in confusion, going, "Wait, what happened to the pattern?"
Also, the organist seemed to have missed the memo that it was Advent. He either thought it was Halloween or The Phantom of the Opera. :P
(Oh, and P.S. - the French Christmas colors appear to be blue and white. Who knew?)
Watch: just like she was surprised when I'd read Little Men and Jo's Boys, j_daisy will have already read this one. :P
I was going to tell you all about the Mass I went to at Notre Dame today (it's the first Sunday of Advent; I had to), but I don't feel like it anymore. Let's just say that it's really confusing when you're going through the same rituals but suddenly don't know any of the responses (except "Amen", which remains the same in any language), and also, I was surprised at Communion time: as a Catholic child in America, the first thing you learn is the pattern for Communion. You don't know any of the prayers yet, probably couldn't say them if you did, but you know when to stand and when to move out of the pew and which way to walk. And you're secure in the knowledge that no matter which church you go to, this pattern will remain the same. So imagine my surprise when this very refined service (in Notre Dame, guys) lost all dignity with the mad rush towards the altar. I was just standing there in confusion, going, "Wait, what happened to the pattern?"
Also, the organist seemed to have missed the memo that it was Advent. He either thought it was Halloween or The Phantom of the Opera. :P
(Oh, and P.S. - the French Christmas colors appear to be blue and white. Who knew?)