This week's arrivals, from top:
- Tales of the Greek Heroes by Roger Lancelyn Green - purchased. This author was mentioned in The Girl With All The Gifts and I know pretty much nothing about Greek and Roman anything, so I figured it would be fun to give the author a try.
- No Surrender by Hiroo Onoda - via Paperback Swap
- This is Not a Test by Courtney Summers - library check-out, recommended by a friend
- Jubilee by Margaret Walker - library check-out for F2F discussion
- Parched by Georgia Clark - via Paperback Swap
Last week's posts:
- Blast from the Past: The Broken Shore by Peter Temple (review from 2007)
- Fiona Friday and Things I Forgot to Remember (cat photo and link to friend's book)
Last week's reads:
- Sleepy Kitty and Sleepy Puppy by Sterling Kids (board books)
- Ten Days in a Mad-House by Nellie Bly
- Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
- The Year My Mother Came Back by Alice Eve Cohen
- There's a Trick with a Knife I'm Learning to Do by Michael Ondaatje (poetry)
- Nine Horses by Billy Collins (poetry)
In other news:
I dropped my good camera -- only a few inches and it was in a padded bag but it made a smacking noise when it hit the floor and when I turned it on it was clearly broken. So, I'm without a nice camera, at the moment, although I still have the Small Emergency Back-Up Camera, which is a good one as smaller cameras go.
Still painting the deck and you can see that it's red in the photos above. It's taking forever because our deck is large (actually, we technically have two decks but some of the boards on the lower deck have rotted and will have to be replaced). Hopefully, a paint job will last a bit longer than the annual staining. We'd never had a deck till we bought our current house and we're discovering just how much work they are to keep up with but we absolutely love our outdoor space.
Last night, after doing a bit of painting I came inside hot, covered with paint splotches and worn out. I took a soaking bath and staggered around a bit, then climbed into bed with the Ondaatje. At some point, I sat up and the room began spinning and I thought it could be the heat or the paint fumes but I like to think I was high on poetry. Ondaatje is interesting. Sometimes I don't get his poems at all, but sometimes he makes me laugh and at other times I'm so startled that I find myself rereading a poem several times, which is always a good thing. I think I'll be hunting for more of his poetry. I know I have a large volume of Ondaatje's work, somewhere, so I'll have to check to see if there's any poetry in it. National Poetry Month may be over but I'm not quite willing to give up the fun, yet.