Happy New Year, everybody! I'm still pondering my reading and blogging goals for 2011 (I'll try to get those written down before July), so you get a meditative cat photo and also a photo that says to me, "2011: The Year of Strange Juxtapositions," even though I snapped that shot in 2010. I painted the kitty in the background, incidentally, but not the grapes on the other side of Fiona's head.
Here are my December 2010 Reads, with links to reviews, if applicable:
150. Cosmic by Frank Cottrell Boyce
154. Hercule Poirot's Christmas by Agatha Christie
156. Let it Snow by Johnson, Green & Myracle
157. Christmas Jars by Jason F. Wright
159. Need by Carrie Jones
I just finished my first book of the year, this afternoon, after moving furniture and books and shifting the furniture again, then moving more books and basically freaking the cats out so thoroughly that they haven't said much for the past 4 hours. Poor things. They spent Christmas Day shredding tissue and arguing about who it belonged to. "My tissue, mine, mine!"
I'll post my full list of 2010 reads, tomorrow, and it may take me some time but I do plan to do an annual wrap-up. I have my own little format that I've used since I began blogging and I'll stick with that old thing. And, I'll review Kasey to the Rescue by Ellen Rogers, somewhere in there. One of my goals will be to keep up with reviews in 2011!!!
I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year's Eve! We had some of the nasty weather that traveled across the mid-section of the U.S., so 2010 went out with a roar of thunder and pouring rain. Fortunately, there was no severe damage in our immediate area but I did consider throttling the weather radio after about the 6th warning (it's obnoxiously loud). Although we definitely didn't get the worst of that storm, the heavy rainfall served as an excellent reminder that we need to hire someone to work on our drainage. We were pretty sure we were going to float away, for a while there.
I read this wonderful quote on Facebook and love it so much I'll use to close:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
- Neil Gaiman
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