I am grateful that spring has finally sprung! Winter was one long siege. Through my open window I hear a chorus of songs. Who, I wonder, could live without birds' songs?
(Rhetorical question, but, in this case, I think, the question mark should remain.)
I read everything including: can labels and cereal boxes. This morning I was struck by the idea that an empty toilet paper roll should be embossed with the written word-- drab, it is! Perhaps a question such as: Why do you keep the extra tp in the hall closet? Or, better yet, something positive--one could follow a fortune cookie's lead. O, the things one ponders.
"Brevity is the soul of wit." (Shakespeare's quote just galloped through my brain. I should, I reckon, take heed.)
To the list.
"Sea of Poppies" by Amitav Ghosh (Historical fiction. A real eye opener about the opium trade.)
"Into the Silence: The Great War, Mallory and The Conquest For Everest by Wade Davis
(Non-fiction. For those of you who don't know, Mr. Davis is an anthropologist and Explorer in Residence for National Geographic. I would like to meet him! Graphic depiction of battles of WW1 included in order to understand the endurance and mettle of these early climbers of the mighty Everest. Elevation 29,035 feet (8850 meters) and still rising! Everest has always fascinated me.)
"The Poisonwood Bible" by Barbara Kingsolver.
(First published in 1990. It's been on my list for ages. Ms. Kingsolver is a kindred knitting spirit.
What are you reading?