Shoulda, woulda, ...

[sstormwatch]

Yes, it is late. I had logged off my computer when the kids went to bed and curled up with another novel, which I finished around 11:40pm. I tried to sleep, but my mind is still too active to shut down for the night, so here I post.

Comments

[laurensa]

I read one a few months ago that you might really like. It's called The Book of Unholy Mischief. Here's the blurb from Amazon.

From Publishers Weekly
Luciano, the wily hero of Newmark's entertaining first novel, is only a street urchin when the doge of Venice's chef finds him, but once dragged into the kitchen as an apprentice, he discovers more bubbling than boiling water. While the town is in an uproar over the rumor of an ancient book containing magical potions and lessons on alchemy, Luciano pines away for a girl and learns the basics of chopping, sweeping and eavesdropping. As he and his maestro become friendlier, Luciano begins to learn that there's more to his teacher than a garden of strange plants and a box of spices. Newmark does a fine job of building suspense and keeping the novel barreling along, and her knowledge of and affection for 15th-century Venice adds charm to this nicely told adventure yarn.

[sstormwatch]

Thanks. I'll look it up!

[docryder]

Good for you!

Lately, there's been a song on the radio by Nickelback about living for the day. Realisitically, it's impossible to live like that (unless you like the idea of being homeless), but maybe this kind of opening up to possibilities is what more of us need to do.

No, that's not introspection brought on by my dad's situation. Just an insight. :-)

[sstormwatch]

Rob just mentioned that he thought of the same song for similar reasons.

And it was something I realized when Mom was in the hospital. I needed the reminder.