However, I recently began The Black Tulip by Dumas and he is hilarious and brilliant.
For example, when talking about a man jealous of his neighbors tulips, and therefore spies on him daily to learn his cultivation secrets:
"If the necessity had arisen to find some new representative of a condemned soul omitted by Dantes, Boxtel, during this time, would have served excellently as a model."
I had to stifle a laugh while reading that at work, although I realize it might not be as humorous out of context.
My co worker was telling me the other week about how she has a whole section of her basement devoted to being a reading nook. Complete with a fireplace. As you can probably guess, Jealousy reared her ugly head in me and I decided to clean out the only spot I had for that sort of thing. So now I have a 3x3' corner of my house just for me. Baby steps... baby steps...
|I wasn't kidding when I said it was a small space. The small rocking chair is backed up as far as it will go.|
|Books organized by genre per crate, although they aren't alphabetized.|
I think I've officially grown up because, I suppose by default of being part of what I'll call the Potter Generation, up until now I've held the vague belief that J. K. Rowling was my favorite author. I think I can confidently say now that Dumas has replaced Rowling. I love his humor. The way he wrote this book has me chuckling to myself on almost every page so far (60-70 pgs in... now that I'm halfway through the book it isn't quite so funny). I think my next real book I buy will be by Dumas. What a tragic thing it is, that I have to specify a real book due to all the ebooks I've been reading.
Also, I've been keeping up with my daily catechism reading, so there's that too.
Once my wrist pain subsided, I cast on the Devan sweater, which I mentioned wanting to start in an earlier post. I think I will need to order the recommended yarn even though I already have yarn for it. It is not turning out the way I expected so I
|This looks nothing like it should. This is how far I knit before I ripped it down to the curled edge. |
Frogging it pained me so little, I might be turning into a better knitter after all. Hooray!