Outragiously Delicious
I freakin' love to read. I'd almost rather read than do anything else, which is at once a wonderful and a huge pit-fall. I am referring to the past four days where with pleasure and passion I read five books (that's like one and a quarter books a day) and can hardly admit to doing a whole lot else. It was fantastic. The words of Ursula Le Guin and Libby Bray ran races around my head, and it was all I could do to keep up. But now, I MUST STOP READING.
Perhaps I should modify that to reading less, or perhaps to doing OTHER things beside reading in a day. I'm in an awkward spot though, having moved into a new house that needs copious amounts of things DONE to it, and being without many of the means of DOING those things. For instance, I need to make curtains. I designed the curtains in a full color illustration. I made measurements. But I don't have the material yet, or anywhere to set up my sewing machine. Before I can make curtains I need to set up my sewing room. I have made drawings of the work bench I have in mind. Chris is going to get wood. But it's not build yet. In the face of such circumstances, and with a brand new book by Ursula Le Guin singing to me like a siren....what can I do?
Well, after being snowed in for two days, on the first clear day I can dash off to the library to get MORE books, I suppose...! That I am doing, without any shame. If anything, reading is what I do.
However, I do have some self control. If I want to continue reading the copious amounts that I would like to, I am going to have to wake myself up at 6 in the morning to do so. After all, I have sewing and drawing and wood-burning and walking and cello playing and wall tiling and bean-bag making to do, never mind volunteering in the community and finding a part time job (in a library) somewhere.
That all being said, Boy Proof was fun, Gifts was wonderful, A Great and Terrible Beauty was delicious, Water Shaper was slightly dull, and Voices was a pleasure. If I didn't have to rush off to find more books, I would have time to say more. For the moment, all I will say, with resounding belief and ringing tone is this:
Ursula K. Le Guin is the Queen.
Perhaps I should modify that to reading less, or perhaps to doing OTHER things beside reading in a day. I'm in an awkward spot though, having moved into a new house that needs copious amounts of things DONE to it, and being without many of the means of DOING those things. For instance, I need to make curtains. I designed the curtains in a full color illustration. I made measurements. But I don't have the material yet, or anywhere to set up my sewing machine. Before I can make curtains I need to set up my sewing room. I have made drawings of the work bench I have in mind. Chris is going to get wood. But it's not build yet. In the face of such circumstances, and with a brand new book by Ursula Le Guin singing to me like a siren....what can I do?
Well, after being snowed in for two days, on the first clear day I can dash off to the library to get MORE books, I suppose...! That I am doing, without any shame. If anything, reading is what I do.
However, I do have some self control. If I want to continue reading the copious amounts that I would like to, I am going to have to wake myself up at 6 in the morning to do so. After all, I have sewing and drawing and wood-burning and walking and cello playing and wall tiling and bean-bag making to do, never mind volunteering in the community and finding a part time job (in a library) somewhere.
That all being said, Boy Proof was fun, Gifts was wonderful, A Great and Terrible Beauty was delicious, Water Shaper was slightly dull, and Voices was a pleasure. If I didn't have to rush off to find more books, I would have time to say more. For the moment, all I will say, with resounding belief and ringing tone is this:
Ursula K. Le Guin is the Queen.