Most writers are also readers. Here are some of the books I am currently working my way through. A similar post appeared on Janet Sketchley’s blog on January 29 and on my blog February 12. Some of the books are the same; some I’ve added since then.
Do you like how-to books? Memoirs? Novels? Do you carve out regular time for reading or is it hit and miss? Do bookstores and libraries draw you in with an irresistible pull?
As you know, I’m eclectically interested. The same holds true of what I like to read.
Currently, I’m actively reading the following:
A Fool and His Monet by Sandra Orchard
In my opinion, this is Sandra’s best novel to date. It is her first Serena Jones Mystery and I can see this series about a female FBI agent stretching well into the future. I’ve just gotten nicely started, but it’s so much fun! My only complaint … I wish I had more time to read it.
Please note that Violet sent this post to me quite some time ago. I (Steph) then promptly lost track of it and didn’t post it when it was originally scheduled. My apologies! Regardless, it is always a wonderful time to express our love. Let’s learn more about how we can do so by writing an ode . . .
In the month of February, our thoughts turn to love and poetry. Perhaps you’ve lately picked through racks of Valentine cards, browsed the books on your shelves, or asked Google for suggestions—all in search of words that expressed just right sentiments. Of maybe you even wrote an original sonnet—the poetry form most often associated with love. There is another type of love poem to write that’s every bit as old and perhaps even more versatile. It is the ode.
It happened again this past week. Not at all unpleasant, quite enjoyable, in fact, but still somewhat disconcerting since there was quite a bit of it.
To explain, I need to back up a bit. Right back to the first chapter of Genesis.
We all want to do a good job. When any of us look back on something we accomplished we want to be able to say, “That’s a good job.” There’s something godly about doing that. Our Creator did the same thing. After six days of creating He looked back on all His work and “saw that it was good.” God did it and He wants us to. That’s why He gave us one day a week to stop working, rest, and look back to evaluate the work we did.
I burrowed my cold hands deeper into my coat pockets and lowered my head against the icy blast blowing through the outdoor street mall. I just wanted to get home and sit down to warm chowder. Then the cheerful jig of a violin summoned my spirit. It’s simple melody swirled around bone-dry fountains and bounced off glass-covered buildings. Spring’s equinox hadn’t yet come; a frigid month remained. I wondered at this busker’s bravery. Walking farther, I spotted him. With swollen red knuckles, he deftly tuned the A string and tested its sound. Not quite. Tried again. Turned the peg a notch. And then purity. It sliced through the grey smudge of remaining winter. A bystander tossed a coin into the open violin case. It jingled as it slid across a grin of golds and silvers and came to rest on the well-worn red velvet.