Let us move past yesterday's unholy mash-up of Mr. Darcy and bachelor parties - which was a bit like "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" if you sub in the unclothed for the undead - for Prettier climes . . .
I've been kvetching an awful lot here lately about things I cannot do - cooking, sewing, and generally being a competent housewife, for starters - but if there's one thing I know my way around, it's a book. READING, dolls - it's what's for dinner. Because you don't want whatever I've actually cooked for dinner, but at least I can feed your mind & soul . . .
Or, um, ya know, I could just tell you what I've been reading lately. I usually do this over at Goodreads, but I've just spent the morning with toddler in lap reading and thus am in a general book nerdly sort of way today:
|You can have your ocean views - I can think of no vantage point of which I'm more fond than this one. OK, I'd *also* like an ocean view, but if forced to choose I'll take this.|
"Major Pettigrew's Last Stand" - my favorite read of 2011 to date. It can be read at surface level as a quiet love story between a retired English major and a Pakistani shopkeeper in the nearby village. To leave it at that humdrum description, however, is to understate its devastating, deadpan wit as well as its insightful look at class and race relations in the UK (and the US, to a certain extent). I had a quibble here and there with the prose, and the end is not unpredictable, but I adored this intrinsically in the same way I felt at home with "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society" - it couldn't be more up this cobblestone-lined Anglophile's alley.
At the recommendation of Mrs. Smith, I just started in on this champagne bubble of a memoir, in need of a break from the intensely creative but mystifying "Middlesex". I couldn't have asked for a better palate cleanser; this is light reading but a captivating one at that about two World War II era college girls and their summer working at Tiffany. There's just something about that shade of blue, isn't there?
And for the discerning toddler...
"First 100 Words" - as you can see from that Master P photo above, my wee CEO lives to plop down in my lap and flip through these colorful pages. He exclaims "DOH!" and jabs his chubby index finder at photos, demanding that I read the designated caption to him. I highly recommend this as a one-year-old gift.
"Busy, Busy Town": a classic with vivid, colorful illustrations Master P loves to page through, with a simple enough storyline to suit his one-year-old attention span (and one that doesn't bore me silly in the reading process).
Class, any other recommendations?
On the toddler reading note, I'm participating in a toddler book swap with my longtime Invisible Internet Friend, Beach Bum & Baby; if any other Smug Mummies would like to participate, please leave your email address in the comments or drop me a line at ipickpretty AT [gmail], etc. Mwah!