Stuffed.

How was everyone’s Turkey Day? (well, those of you in this neck of the woods, as it were).

Yesterday morning, I took my kids to visit my friend’s horse. They’ve never been up close and personal with a horse, so it was very fun to watch. My son (aged 5) was a little nervous, but still got on and rode the horse for awhile. My daughter (aged 3) climbed up on that horse and took charge. She said, “Walk” and “Whoa” and that horse did what she said with no question. It was so much fun. They brushed her and my daughter put grain in a bowl and set it out for Sugar. I had a wonderful time watching them. It seemed like a perfect thing to do on Thanksgiving.

The Dashwood Sisters Secrets of Love by Rosie Rushton

The Dashwood Sisters\' Secrets of LoveA modern version of Sense and Sensibility for the YA set. I read it in one sitting. It’s pretty banal, but that is about the only way to update that story for today.

There were some story changes. The father didn’t die until page 90 or so. Edward and Robert were Blake and Piers and they weren’t brothers. That sort of thing.

I did like that Elinor’s cat was named Manderley. You know, the house from Rebecca. I thought that was cute. The mother was horrific.

I do think it stuck pretty closely to the point of the original, though. Wait, no. That’s not quite right. I think the tone was as close as possible. Sense and Sensibility was about the virtues of circumspection in the love arena. Marianne is punished for being impetuous and Romantic and passionate. She is only rewarded when she begins to value Elinor’s composure and refusal to admit too much. This book didn’t make that point. Elinor is made out as a gunshy, close-mouthed hag, who thinks so highly of her own intelligence, she can’t let anybody finish a sentence. She thinks she knows what the guy is thinking, so she doesn’t let him say it. If I was the guy, I’d seriously reconsider the advantages of entangling myself with this harpy.

That’s it. That’s why I don’t really care about this one. None of the characters are likeable. I don’t really like drama queens, so Marianne (Abby) and her mother are both irritating, and Elinor overestimates herself. The little sister is OK, but she’s a minor character, so she’s not really fleshed out.

Now, aren’t you glad I’ve worked that out?

Freakin’ Monday

Alarm didn’t go off. Again. This is even a new clock. I’m going to blame it on not really knowing how to work it.

Dog ran away this morning. Again. Second time in a week. Slipped the collar right over her head. Chased her for awhile. Had things to do. Let her run. She thought it was a great game.

Went to pay bills. No checks. Not a single one. I was sure I had another book of checks in the box. Nope. Nada. Had to go to the bank to get temporaries. Sigh.

Then the clock struck 10 am. What’s the rest of the day going to be like? I’m afraid to find out.

The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett

Colour of Magic (Discworld Novels (Hardcover))Okey doke. I did finish this book. I’m quite embarrassed that it took me 4 days to read a 177 page book.

I think I would have understood more of it if I had a basic sci-fi language vocabulary. Some parts of it were really cute. I love the sapient pearwood luggage and the Circumfence. Some of it I just couldn’t picture. Needless to say sci-fi is not my usual reading choice. I read this one because most of the series has been on my husband’s shelf for years and he’s been telling me I need to read them.

It was cute, but I’m not in love with it. I might read another one, some day.

13 Ways of Looking at the Novel by Jane Smiley

Thirteen Ways of Looking at the NovelFinally finished another book, and let me tell you, this was a doozy. 570 pages. The first 300 pages are discussion about the novel. Its history, its composition, who writes them, etc. Then, she discussed how to write a novel. Then, she talks about one of her own novels as an example.

The next nearly 300 pages are about the 100 novels she read as research (?) for the first 300 pages. She gave the plot summary of each book, including the ending. She gave away all the surprises. Then she sort of discusses why each one failed or succeeded as a novel, and what, if anything, each one added to the development of The Novel.

Her list of 100 novels could easily become one of those lists we keep comparing ourselves to. I was sorely tempted to list them all as I’ve done before, and mark the ones I’ve read, but I decided it was too much work. Besides, I’d only read 26 of them.

And speaking of Motley Crue…

Because I usually am… They are coming to my town!!!! Last spring, I drove 120 miles to see them in concert. Now, I get to see them in my own town. You cannot imagine how excited I am! Maybe the overload of exclamation points will get the point across!!!

New icon.

Please note the new icon in your browser window. Thanks to Michael. For those of you not in the know, that is an umlaut over the heart. You know. Like the unnecessary umlauts in Spinal Tap and Motley Crue. Well, I don’t know how to do them on the computer, but trust me. They’re there.

It’s nice to be appreciated.

I got to work on Saturday morning, and found an envelope with my name on it. Inside was an “Applause Award.” This is a little award that can be given at any time by any employee to any other employee. One of my co-workers gave it to me for doing my job. How about that! It even came with a $5 gift certificate to Target. Isn’t that nice? This makes me wonder what sort of shelving they are used to. Hmmmm.