Everyone in this house knows that if you want to make mum happy you buy her books. I am that boring & predictable. And chocolate. Dark & nutty ~ or shells. Shells are goooood!
At some point on Sunday both materialized.
I had in mind to acquire The Language of God ~ which was recommended to me by my good friend, Jeanne at A Peaceful Day. As Cait was buying & fluey our hunting was left to the last minute & I couldn't find what I wanted. However I do want this book. It will just have to wait for another time. Instead Cait bought me Philippa Gregory's The White Princess.
I have always been surprised by how much I have enjoyed this series, which is not only right out of my time period historically but in a period I particularly dislike. It has made clear & understandable the War of The Roses. Simply grasping that this was primarily a very public family feud made it much easier to grasp the intricacies ~ at least for me. I'm not a fan of the Tudors, who were a ghastly lot ~ though perhaps I should blame Margaret Beaufort , who is quite one of the nastiest characters in English history & spawned this diabolical dynasty. Being me I have made this all so much easier to grasp by reading the whole thing out of order, stating with The Other Boleyn Girl before it became well known & a rather notorious & bad film. What is very attractive historically is that Gregory looks at all this male history through the eyes of their women. I think she does a pretty good job of it.
I am also plodding my way through Kafka on the Shore. This is a book club choice & not the sort of thing I would normally indulge in simply because I find the main character hugely annoying [spoilt runaway obsessed with his body. *sigh*]. Then there is all the discussion about food which bores me to tears. I would have set it aside as completely unreadable except that 2 people whose opinion as readers I respect encouraged me to give it some time. I am reading the mystery sequences, which are lovely & interesting & skimming a lot of the rest. However it has grown on me & I am enjoying the writing style, which took a little getting used to but which is strangely evocative of time & place. And I've decided anyone who reads as much as Kafka does cannot be all bad. He just needs to grow up some ~ though I am not convinced that that is going to happen in the course of this book. I don't have much tolerance for coming of age stories & unlike my friend Sian can find no parallels with Holden Caufield of Catcher in the Rye fame. And I dislike cruelty to animals ~ even to animals who do not exist, who live only in stories.
Today is warmer than it has been. The skies are blue & clear. The sun is cozy. There is washing on the line & cats on the beds & all is well with my world.