Saturday, April 07, 2007
I wish I were as mellow as a cat in the sun. Unfortunately, my life is full of logistical problems and paperwork headaches and unexpected expenses at the moment. It all has the potential to work out either really well or really badly, and I won't know which it's going to be until I get there. Drat.
I've been so distracted by other things that I didn't realize until this evening, when G and I were standing in line at Borders, that I'd totally forgotten to buy anything for her Easter basket. I remember thinking about it last week and intending to take care of it at lunch one day, but I didn't, and now here we are. We're supposed to go to my mother's house tomorrow, so hopefully I can leave her with Grandma for an hour and do some lightning-fast shopping.
Speaking of G, she's just started a new series of books called Time Spies, which is along the same lines as Magic Treehouse. They seem to be cranking them out at factory speed: there have been four released since last September and another one is due out next month, which is good since she'll probably have read all the current installments by Monday. I wish she'd get into something a little bit denser that would last her longer, but she loves those series books -- they're like eating peanuts. The other books she's really excited about right now are TokyoPop manga (Agent Boo is the one she likes) and the new Time Warp Trio graphic novels. Her father, comic-book fan that he was, would be thrilled.
As for me, I'm reading Alison Weir's The Princes in the Tower, which got savaged by Amazon reviewers for being biased, but is interesting anyway. I'm planning to follow it up with a reading of Richard III, because I figure as long as you're going to read biased accounts of historical events, why not go all the way? I'm also debating reading Mark Haddon's A Spot of Bother, but it didn't really grab me when I flipped through it at the bookstore, so we'll see. I loved The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time -- I kept trying to get P to read it because his favorite book was The Catcher in the Rye and Curious Incident reminded me so much of it, but he never did.
I suppose I ought to go to bed now, since it's 1:33 a.m. and I have to get up in six hours. Stupid sleep, cutting into my free time. *sulk*
(Note to cat: Must you play with your fur mouse ON my bed? I know you're a mighty hunter and you want to show off your "kill" to me, but I keep throwing it across the room for a reason. Plz to be getting a clue.)