It's February and it's raining. Raining! This is Canada. I'd rather have snow in February. Snow doesn't give me a headache.
Still waiting for news on how Smudge is doing... Wish someone would tell me something - anything. The suspense is killing me, slowly. Does it always take this long?
I'm now reading The Prophet of Yonwood by Jeanne DuPrau. It's about time, really, considering it's been sitting on my bookshelf for over a year. I'm really enjoying it; it's one of those books I think about when I'm not reading it. Maybe because the themes are ones I can relate to and I'm intrigued by what influenced Ms. DuPrau to write this story in the way she did. Now I'm feeling the need to re-read the other two books, too. Then I'll pick up the fourth installment.
Don't you love spending time with a good book that feels more like spending time with a friend than simply reading a story? There's nothing like it. Can you relate? Or is that kind of experience limited to introverts, like me? (I can imagine my extroverted husband's eyebrow raise as he reads this, questioning my definition of 'friendship'.) I've come to realize, living with a couple of very logical people, that we who spend great chunks of our time inside our own imaginations often view and interpret life quite differently than those who mostly spend time in the real world :) And that's a good thing.
So, I think I'll go pour myself another coffee and find out what my 'friends', Grover and Nickie, are up to now. Maybe they can help me chase away this headache...
When You Were Small
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