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December 2, 2012

Sunday reading

{updated:  I found someone who could.*}

If I had thought of it sooner, I would have re-arranged this weekend.  Yesterday {cold, grey, pretty fluffy snowflakes, all day, not just in the morning as predicted, enough to dust the ground} would have been my peaceful, reading, slowly-cooked one-pot-meal day, and today {warmer, grey, dusting of snow almost already gone} would have been my errands/grocery shopping/house cleaning/putzing around day.

It's just that yesterday was so pretty. There was enough snow to lightly cover the ground, and on Thursday night they turned on the lights on the trees on the mall that runs down the middle of my street. {I tried, but I couldn't capture it in a photo.*} Thursday night was so cold, but I was determined, so I walked up to the Boston Public Garden end of the street at 8 p.m. so I could walk back {with about a hundred other people} down the mall between the lighted trees. It was worth it. {Besides, after all my weeks of walking around here so I could gape at the outside of people's houses, now that it's dark so early I can often gape at the inside of their houses through their lighted windows.} The trees on my block are perfectly framed in my windows ... I wish you could see it!

I'm just saying hello, too, because it's going to be another few days, or a week, before I'll finish and can write about anything that I'm reading.  They're all very good, though!  I'm about halfway through What Matters in Jane Austen, by John Mullan, which might sound very dull, but isn't.  The other two are audiobooks. I've been listening to The Jewels of Paradise, Donna Leon's new novel, which doesn't have Guido Brunetti in it, but I'm relieved that I don't mind, and also to The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. I borrowed that one because JoAnn recommended it; Marie loved it too.  It's not turning out to be what I expected, but I'm finding that I'm going to have to keep walking with Harold until he gets all the way across England.

I hope your weekend, and your reading {what are you reading?} is as good as mine have been. :)



Claire (The Captive Reader) said...

I love being able to glimpse inside people's lit-up houses in winter! It is one of the main perks of winter.

It sounds like you're enjoying some excellent books; I am especially excited to get my hands on What Matters in Jane Austen, which I know I'll love.

JoAnn said...

Thursday evening sounds like it must have been a beautiful sight! I always have a hard time capturing things like that in a photo, too.

Once you're on Harold's Pilgrimage, there is no turning back ;-) Have a good week, Audrey.

Lisa said...

I also love peeking in the lighted windows. And seeing the holiday lights, even in 80-degree weather, does put me in the holiday spirit.

Like Claire, I'm also excited to read the Austen book. Maybe it will be a late Christmas present, if it doesn't come out in print until January.

Vintage Reading said...

I loved the Mullan book, too. Often literary criticism can be so dull but this was wonderful. I saw him on TV the other day and was very good on Austen.

LauraC said...

I'm reading William, an Englishman by Cecily Mary Hamilton--Persephone #1 although I can't afford it so I'm reading it on my iPad Kindle app as a free download. Good stuff!14

Bellezza said...

Oooh, I want to be in that snow! I want to read another Donna Leon novel, too, after 'discovering' her when I ran the Venice in February challenge last year with Ally. Thanks for reminding me about her because she does have an extensive list of novels I'd love to work through.

Isn't it frustrating to be in a bunch of books and not have anything to say about them until done? That happens to me all the time, and then I have to remember that I'm a reader first, blogger next.

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