I realized last night I was back to the old Reading Many Books At Once routine. Argh. So I'm trying to finish them. Wayside School Is Falling Down (Louis Sachar) is easy enough to finish. I've heard about this children's book for a while from several people; it's interestingly clever and offbeat but slightly too simple to hold my attention for too long. "William and Harry" (Ingrid Seward) was much better; I finished it this morning. I'm a sucker for books about the royals, especially when they are (as this one is) NOT comprised of stories gleaned from the tabloids. This was actually a real, serious book about Their Royal Highnesses The Princes William and Harry. Seeing as this is William's 21st birthday, I thought it fitting to read. ; )
Anyway. Am also reading The Screwtape Letters (C. S. Lewis) for the first time. I don't know why I haven't done so sooner; I like it. It's very clever, very clever indeed. And humorous, in a dark way.
"A Double Life: Newly Discovered Thrillers of Lousia May Alcott" is also interesting, but more for the fact that this is the author of Little Women writing then for the stories themselves (horribly sensationalized and rather cheap).
I'm also reading Feet Of Clay and The Last Jihad (Whoo! More on that once I finish it...)
I also bought some books Thursday. Found a Dorothy Sayers mystery--Five Red Herrings--and for some reason a picked up a college textbook about speech problems and corrections. Um, I don't know why. Hey, it was .25 cents.
I have practice tonight with Mrs. Jackson and Mrs. Talley (the music teachers for RHS) in preparation for the recording in July. Hopefully they can push us up a notch on the performance level....Hopefully everyone who intends to come to the recording session will show up tonight. It will Severely Annoy me if they don't. I wish everyone could take this as seriously as I do. "It's history, man, history we're making!" If we do badly on this, our kids are going to laugh their heads off at it one day. Heh heh, they probably will anyway. ; )
I can't wait. **squiggles** I think deep down I've always had a longing to Do Something in music, even something this small. =) Whee!
Mmmm. While waiting for mom to finish shopping, I browsed the magazine rack and came upon some movie magazine with a picture of the Perpetually Wide-Eyed Frodo on the cover. Heehee. They had a sneak peek of Return of the King, which is great because I've somehow seen precious little about it yet. (They didn't release a preview of it towards the end of the theatre run of TTT, did they?) I can barely wait to see more Eowyn. Yay. =)
I wish hot weather didn't affect me so. The last three days (all upper 90s) I've felt lazy, listless, and totally without energy. And I've had a headache for part of each day, though that's due more to the fact that I've been reading too long.
Oh! The Last Jihad. Yes, yes, yes. That is a great book. Tom Clancy without the bad language, or so I imagine, having not actually read a Clancy book. I'm so glad I'm now over being terrified by nuclear disaster/apocalyptic type things, so I could enjoy this. It's very well written, and you know it's gripping because I finished it in one day. About four hours of reading. ; ) My dad doesn't believe that I actually understood it, reading so fast, but hey. I did. I'm just a quick reader.
Another things that's wonderful about The Last Jihad is that it's a well-written, interesting, and non-preachy book written by a Christian. I'm rather pessimistic about "Christian" literature in general; sadly it seems to be, on the whole, of a far lesser quality then most mainstream writers. People usually look at me oddly when I admit that I rarely read any of the popular Christian books. But in the battle between "books I know will be free from foul language, sex, and other moral badness because the writer was a Christian, but are poorly written and in general end up being banal fluff" and "well written books where there is the possibility of unpleasant stuff because this is a secular writer", I usually choose the secular. I wish it weren't so. Why is it that (IMO) things labeled Christian--in books and music especially--are of a poorer quality then that which the "world" produces? Shouldn't we be more
**sigh** I tell you, I think the Janette Okes of the world do almost more to give Christianity a bad name then anything else.
Tonight on the news I saw the newly-released video of the astronauts on the Columbia space shuttle a day or two before they died. It made me so sad. It was almost sickening to see it, actually. It seems terribly macabre to see these people floating around, laughing and playing with the zero gravity, while you know they died shortly afterward in such a horrible way.
I think too much.
A couple of days ago mom had to be gone for most of the day, and somehow I ended up doing a whole host of domestic-type things--I cleaned, cut, and canned 7 quarts of green beans, dug and cleaned a basket of potatoes, picked and brewed mint tea, pulled, cleaned, blanched and froze a huge amount of carrots, washed multitudes of dishes, cooked lunch, and did some cleaning.
All this mundane stuff made me start thinking. Six months ago I wondered how in the world girls my age could be getting married (which several were). I thought, "I could never handle a household of my own!" Suddenly, since I've taken over many more of the duties while mom hasn't been well, and sometimes taken over everything all together, I began to see that yes, I am capable of this.
That doesn't mean I'm totally ready for marriage, but I'm glad to see evidence that I am growing closer to it in some ways. Now, I just hope that God has someone out there for me--and that I will have the brains to know who he is when he comes along!
I suddenly realized I have very clear memories of a museum I once visited--but I have no idea when it was, where it was, or who I was with. This is disturbing. I think my brain is going to explode from trying too hard to remember.
Mmm. I love playing with pictures and cool photo software: I just made a wallpaper with a picture of the Lady of Shallot from http://www.artmagick.com/
(which I found due to a random comment by....amea
, I think) and a brocade background and one stanza from the Tennyson poem--
"Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side'
'The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shallot.
I memorized most of that poem once, and it has a special way of thrilling my soul, for some reason. I love the last part (Lancelot speaking):
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in His mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shallot."
Bwaha. I just realized that I have books from two of Stephen R. Donaldson's trilogies--I have books one and two of the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, and books one and two of The Second Chronicals of Thomas Covenent. I have the conslusion of neither. What's even funnier is that I've never even read
any of this series's yet, so I don't know why I keep buying them. Except that for a quarter (which is what I paid for all of these, at various points) I'll buy almost anything that looks good.
I did read one of his other books which I also bought for a quarter, a gargantuan novel aproximately the size of a New York City telephone book. Thankfully the print was fairly large, which meant it didn't go as slowly as all that. It was pretty good, or at least passable (my memory has dulled with time), but unfortunantly was *again* just the beginning of a series. So if anyone sees the conclusion, titled A Man Rides Through, let me know. But only, of course, if I can buy it for a quarter. ; )
Ahhhh. I love being able to get cheap books. That is, good books cheaply, not...."cheap" books.
I also bought a bio of the daughter of Sam Giancana~highly facinating for anyone who has a peculiar facination with the Mafia as I do. I bought North and South, too. Too bad it wasn't Wives and Daughters. =P
It's JULY! Hurray! Even though it's often the hottest month, I like the month of July. Especially since today means I'm only 18 days away from turning 19. (Is it 18 days? Or 17? I guess it depends if you count today or not.) I feel the need to be older now, since I spent most of yesterday being called "little one" by Mona. Bwaha.