I posted this photograph of a most spectacular coffee, enjoyed with my mother in Toronto, in response to #30daysofreadathon on Instagram. Not because it’s banner worthy, such as one I made several years ago, but because coffee will be required to read for 24 hours on October 21.
That’s my husband’s birthday, of course. There will be no 24 hours of reading for me, because my attention will be required elsewhere. In consuming birthday cake, for example, or walking through autumnal leaves with him and our dog, Humphrey. But, when he no longer needs me by his side, for that day at least, I will turn to such a stack of books as I have been hoarding since school began August 28.
The stack is yet to be fully revealed. For now, some of the titles include:
Should you wish to partake in this reading extravaganza, for any amount of time you are able, the sign-ups are here. It has been a time honored event for ten years, one I haven’t missed…ever.
and a cup of coffee as my husband prepares for church. I am simply too tired this morning, to stand as a greeter in the main door facing the crush of people and loud music emanating from the sanctuary. I need a Sabbath in every sense of the word; namely a day of rest.
There was a minor catastrophe with technology earlier this week as I tried to clean up my Google+ account. Ever looking for Organization, I thought I would just discard whole albums of pictures which seemed to be cluttering up my space. When I opened my blog a day later, all that sat where a picture should be was a gray rectangle.
“Fine,” I thought, “I’ll just give up blogging altogether. I’m sick of these template changes, platform changes, picture disappearances (all brought about from my own quest for Perfection) and this is it, I’m done.” But, my husband reminded me that Google backs up everything, and sure enough, there they were when I dug them out of the proverbial trash. So, I’ll carry on as usual. With my familiar reclining lady and no more changes.
October 18 brings us Dewey’s Read-a-thon…I cannot wait for that. Perhaps in one long weekend I can help make up for the lack of reading time I’ve enjoyed this September.
And, November brings us German Lit Month hosted by Lizzy and Caroline. Stu mentioned finding books by Joseph Roth in his local library, but clearly I need to move to his town; we have nothing but a plethora of American authors in our library. Perhaps the library has a volume by Thomas Mann I can dust off, but what I’m really looking forward to reading is Stefan Zweig’s Letter From an Unknown Woman sent to me a few months ago by Pushkin Press. Have you any other suggestions for a German author you enjoy?
Soon I will post about an American book in the short list for the Man Booker Prize. It has given me quite a lot to think about, and I’m anxious to discuss it with you. Until then, may your reading be rich and your days of autumn golden.
The very first thing I read this morning is the recipe for a pumpkin cake, which is baking in the oven as I type. Because who doesn’t need a piece of cake with a cup of tea later in the day?
Now I am sitting down, with a fluffy kitty on my lap whom I would have named Gandalf if she wasn’t a girl. She is a Norwegian Forest Cat: grey, fluffy and long haired with a serious attitude. But today she feels like reading with me.
We’re beginning The Keys of The Kingdom by A. J. Cronin for my mother’s book club. The New York Times says it’s, “A magnificent story of the great adventure of individual goodness.”
Just the kind of novel I like to read.
Shall be discussing it later this day…