Archive for January 2008
Either this is just about to be everywhere or I somehow missed it, but Amazon bought one of seven copies of a hand-written, hand-illustrated novel by Rowling, for £1,950,000 for a children’s charity – nice! Check out Amazon’s summary and pictures of the Tales of Beedle the Bard – the book is definitely gorgeous.
All the books on my TBR list. Or I should say all the books in my possession at the moment, that I’d like to read eventually.
I always have a mental list going too. I’m reading Breakfast of Champions right now. So far it’s hilarious but my progress is slow.
Work is taking alot of time, and it’s only 10:30 p.m. and I’m thinking how good my bed will feel.
If you are ever in Stolberg, Germany, a meal at Artemis would be recommended. It has a nice atmosphere and since Dan and I were in Athens last summer, we can verify, it does feel like Greece inside – if you factor in an allowance for German instead of Greek for the background noise. The waiter picked us a fantastic Greek red wine that I doubt we’ll be able to find on our own for at home, but we’ll probably look next time anyway. Went great with the lamb we ordered. Good atmosphere, great food, awesome company – Birthdays are fun.
I got this last night too:
It’s hard to tell from the photo but there are two chains, one solid and one beaded. Pretty no?
The secret of getting ahead is getting started. The secret of getting started is breaking your complex overwhelming tasks into small manageable tasks, and then starting on the first one.
– Mark Twain
I don’t think you could get more concise advice than that. Every once in a while, it helps to take a step back from your daily, weekly (monthly) struggle and look at the big picture. At least in my case, I always see that the things I dread aren’t that big, aren’t that bad. And I am thankful.
Thanks also to Mark Twain, a literary father to me and so many others.
It’s my birthday week so I get a little princess treatment.
Dan and I are going to dinner
tomorrow Saturday night. We picked a Greek restaurant we really liked last time we went.
Here’s me in Quebec over break, receiving a birthday present early – a bright Italian leather cosmetics bag from Dan’s parents. I love it.
Massively intelligent family drama. That is the words that come to mind at the finish of this book.
I didn’t love this book, but I don’t think you are supposed to love this kind of story. Even so, I enjoyed the glimpses of being Irish from the inside. The author also being Irish, I believed it.
The main character is 39-year-old Veronica Hegarty, who is one in a family of twelve children, and her closest brother, Liam, has just died. He is her closest brother in both age and in sibling relationship, and he has just committed suicide. The book is not as ugly as all that could be, nor is it as clean as the distinction of alive or dead. The family is dysfunctional, but in that sober, everyone is an adult looking back at things sort of way. I will avoid spoiling the plot, but it’s clear from the back cover of the book that something happened that set other things in motion.
There was a couple of poignant moments for me, but it was more the facts than the actual words or expression of feeling; this book isn’t at any point very tender. Perhaps this was the intended effect. It’s intriguing for that, I must admit.
I would have enjoyed this book more, I think, if it had had a little more action, not in the car chase sort of sense, but maybe in a clever turn of events that you sometimes find in dramatic books like these. In summary, if you are a relationship-monger you will enjoy this novel. For me, I’m just somewhat happy that it didn’t give me back stage passes to a sob fest.
Or at least slow blog day. Seems my usual blogs are low on posts the last week. Or maybe I’m just experiencing the general after-Christmas-lull. I don’t mind it, the quietness seems to fit the middle of January quite well.
Stolberg greeted Dan and me with rain upon our return, I’d expect nothing less, guess I’ve gotten used to the weather here. There is no point being annoyed by it, even if you are at the end of a cross-Atlantic flight that you didn’t sleep on and you can’t find any place on the train to put your luggage so you are standing over it, hoping it won’t topple into the space of other German passengers on their way to work. It’s just how it goes sometimes.
I’m currently reading The Gathering by Anne Enright. I had a hard time picking a book to read next, maybe because of the new influx of reading options, but I read the first few pages of 4 or 5 books before settling on this one. I figured I needed something more literary after my last strand of fun books. I’m pretty sure this book isn’t my cup of tea as they say, but I picked it up because it won the 2007 Man Booker Prize, it looked like something that I wouldn’t normally get into, and I happened to low on books at the time.
So our latest tv persuasion is Grey’s Anatomy. I’m not sure what to say about this series. We’ve been watching them straight through, which is an awesome thing to get to do, you just have to wait until the 4th or so season and then get them all and watch as much as you want whenever you want. My previous contact with the show is limited but I know many of the girls I worked with in Tampa liked it so I figured it was good. I must say it’s been a little disappointing here and there. The characters and their actions, especially since they are surgeons, are very very questionable. It’s one of those shows where you have to turn off part of your brain and just go with the story. But let me say this, no matter how many brain compartments I turn off, I will not care which guy Meredith ends up with.