Relief

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First things first.

I took my Autumn Rose, spread her stitches out over two circular needles, and then tried it on. It’s not much wider than a belt at this point, but since it was the diameter that mattered, that wasn’t a problem. And it fit just fine. Roomy, if anything, which is also fine, because I’d rather a sweater were too big than too clingy.

Here, my “belt” is being modelled by my throw pillow. Upside down, it’s true, but the pillow was so happy to help, it was, um, doing handsprings. (Yeah, that’s it.) So, that’s a relief! No ripping back necessary. Phew!

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There was a goodie-bag in the mail today, too. Fibers from Flawful Fibers. (For which I blame Pixie Purls, although it’s kind of hard to hold anything against her today, what with her being a new Mom, and all. Go tell her congratulations, huh?)

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The fibers? I’m so glad you asked. On the left, a 4 oz braid of Rambouillet in “Crowning Sunrise,” a really lovely blend of golds and mauves. On the right, 4 oz of Superwash Merino/Tencel in “Floral Camisole,” which is’t nearly as “flowery” as the name implies, which is just fine by me. Both colors are just gorgeous. She even included a tiny little free sample, too, which is nice, don’t you think? I love when people give me freebies! I’ve never spun either kind of roving before, so I’m looking forward to these. You know, if I ever get my “Carbon” done.

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And, look, I’ve even got a Saturday Sky picture for you today–though, technically, I took it on Wednesday morning on my way to work. It was worth saving for a couple of days though, don’t you think? I had just been thinking about how long it’s been since I had a good sky picture, and, voila.

Okay . . . off to make a cup of tea and curl up with Chappy. Hope you’re all having a good weekend! And staying cool . . .

Gauging my progress

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Gosh . . . something like 9 rows into the pattern now . . . hoo-boy, this is just zipping along! (grin).

Tomorrow, when I’m feeling more alert, I’ll have to take a closer look at my gauge, though. It seems tighter than it was in my swatch, and that could definitely make a difference in, you know, being able to wear this later on. (At this rate, it will be much later.) But of course, since I DO want to wear it, I’d better make sure now rather than later, right? If I have to tear back to the ribbing to switch up to a bigger needle now, it’s the loss of about a week’s worth of knitting, but that’s still much, much better than having to rip later.

I’m tired tonight, though, so we . . . the sweater and I . . . are going to hold off making these big decisions until tomorrow, when I can count stitches in daylight. And, of course, the swatch was washed, which might have affected the gauge. The only problem is that I didn’t bother to measure it before I washed it, so I don’t know if it “bloomed” or not . . . and therefore, don’t know if the sweater itself will stretch slightly upon washing, or not.

Anybody out there know off-hand whether Jamieson’s Spindrift tends to grow, shrink, or stay the same size once it’s washed?

I feel like I’ve got so little to say tonight. I’ve been helping Dad try to find ways to get some money (keep those encouraging, good-luck vibes coming, would you?), but that means I’ve been doing more in front of the computer the last few nights than the whole knitting/spinning thing. In fact, I haven’t spun anything since I finished that bobbin last weekend.

Chappy and I wanted to thank you for your kind words about Katy today. We have a running joke around here that Chappy’s jealous of his sister, tired of hearing “Perfect Katy” stories throughout his entire puppyhood, but I figure that’s just sibling rivalry, right? Because, really, she would have been a good big sister . . . just as soon as she finished telling Chappy what was what, and who was in charge.

Oh, I’ve got a link for you . . . apparently, we are a micro-trend now…. Here’s a quote: “Between 2004 and 2005, the purchase of fashion yarn increased 56
percent. The fastest growing group of knitters are teens and
twentysomethings
.”

And . . . so sad! First Pavarotti, and now Madeline L’Engle?

Birthday Girl

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Because today would have been Katy’s 8th birthday.

Lord, how I miss that little girl…. I mean, look at those gorgeous, amber eyes….

Okay, I need to go hug Chappy now….

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Baby Steps

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I know. It doesn’t really look like THAT much more than the last time I showed you, but really, this is several nights’ worth of knitting.

It’s still pretty, though, and isn’t that what matters?

And, I’m choosing to ignore the errors in the first pattern row that I made because the chart had dark squares for the light yarn and light squares for the dark yarn and I kept getting confused. I ended up colorizing the entire chart (instead of just the single stitch-repeat I’d colorized originally), and have continued on just fine. Remarkably, I find that I can ignore the errors I know are hiding down there with great equanimity!


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Okay, so the other day, a friend was commenting on my monthly
reading list
and asked when I found the time to read. In the ensuing
discussion, she described herself as a “goldilocks” when it comes to
reading–-she needs to have everything juuuuuust right to be able to focus.
This caught my attention because, first, I thought that was a charming
way of describing the condition, but, two, while we’ve talked about our
reading habits, this is an interesting wrinkle. I’d never really thought about it that way.

So, this is my question to you–are you a Goldilocks kind of reader? Do you need the light just right, the background noise just so loud
but not too loud, the chair just right, the distractions at a minimum? Or can you open a book at any time and dip right in, whether it’s
for twenty seconds, while waiting for the kettle to boil, or
indefinitely, like while waiting interminably at the hospital–as long
as the book is open in front of your nose, you’re happy to read?

I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I am definitely NOT a Goldilocks reader, right? Basically, so long as my hands are dry and I’m not doing something that requires full concentration for safety reasons or for other reasons, or that requires two hands, and I’m awake, I’m reading. Yes, I read while . . . .

Eating. Brushing my teeth. Lying in bed. In front of the television. During lunch. While stirring things on the stove. While waiting for webpages to load. In the bathroom. Between answering emails. While out in public. Waiting for airplanes. During any spare five minutes I can find. Hey, I’ve even read in dark-ish movie theaters while waiting for the film to begin.

Please come over to the Booking Through Thursday blog to play along!

Back to Laboring

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It’s a “Monday-Tuesday”–a weird amalgam of the first day of the work week and a normal Tuesday, and so everything has seemed just a little off today. Chappy wasn’t happy about it, either–after three days of perfect weather with his Mom home, seeing me off to work this morning was not the way he wanted to start his day.

At least I had something nice (other than Chappy) to come home today. “Knitting Classic Style” by Veronik Avery. I pre-ordered this ages ago, which is always a bit of a risk, but at first glance, it’s got some great patterns. I love the Mohair Portrait Scarf, and in general, the styles are classy and clever, with great construction . . . exactly what you’d expect from Veronik Avery. I admit, I’m not altogether certain why there’s a pattern for a knitted tie which is basically just one, long rectangle that could be made without any pattern whatsoever, but I suppose that’s quibbling, huh?

Otherwise? Not much else to say. I’ve knitted the first few rows of my Autumn Rose (beyond the ribbing, that is) and am going to have to put in some stitch markers. The chart shows only a quarter of the sweater . . . you knit to the center point and then turn around and go back . . . except I keep getting lost, reading the chart left to right. At least with stitch markers I’d be able to figure out where I am a little faster! (And yes, I’m well aware that I could take my excel sheet of the 1/4 and duplicate the other half . . . that, apparently, is too sensible.)

Oh, and the “seam stitches” . . . Eunny’s design has a faux seam stitch at the sides, which I think is a lovely touch, except they’re made in the background color, which I carry in my right hand, and marked by stitch markers on either side . . . having to slip the stitch marker, pull my right-hand yarn into the front to be able to do a single purl stitch, wrangle the yarn to the back again and then slip the second stitch marker . . . this is driving me a bit crazy. I’m not sure what I want to do about it. I don’t think it would look right in the foreground color. I don’t want to just knit the stitch. I could certainly ditch one of the stitch markers, but . . . still, for me at least–a Continental-style knitter–two-handed color work with purl stitches from the right hand just does not work! I certainly do know how to purl with my right hand, but the juggling of both colors is frustrating. Not to mention throwing off my gauge and making the “seams” look sloppy. Clearly, I need to come up with a solution fast…. Suggestions? Commiserations?

Cream

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Well, it’s only taken me about a month to get this far . . .

Today I finished my first bobbin of my Blue Moon Fiber Carbon merino. You remember, the roving I bought at Rhinebeck last year?

I started spinning it on August 6th and with one bobbin now complete, that means I’m a third of the way done . . . since this is going to be 3-ply yarn.

Why is it taking so long? Mostly, I think, because I’m trying to spin it so fine. I mean, it’s not perfect, or anything, but still.
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See? The goal is that the 3-ply yarn will be sock-weight, something I’ve only done once before. (Actually, that should look familiar, since it’s the yarn in my blog header.)
I’m pretty sure that what I’ve got on my bobbin right now is more finely-spun than the singles from that yarn, so really, what I end up with is kind of up for grabs in terms of yarn weight, WPI, all that stuff. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be pretty, though (grin).

(And, of course THIS bobbin of singles is MUCH more evenly wound than those were . . . I really am ridiculously proud of myself for packing this bobbin so very nearly perfectly. My singles even ran out just at the end of the “row,” too. I love it when things are not only done well but are aesthetically pleasing, too. It just seems so . . . efficient . . . that way.)

Now, in today’s weather, I regret to inform you that it’s still just lovely out there . . . or at least, if you live somewhere where the weather is, shall we say, less than ideal, I don’t want to sound like I’m trying to rub it in. It is perhaps a little warmer and a little more humid than the last two days, but still sunny and, really, nothing to complain about. It’s just gorgeous. Having  a 3-day weekend with perfect weather is just the cream on top, you know?

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Speaking of which, how about this lovely crema on top of this shot of espresso? Alton Brown was talking about espresso the other night and made me realize how long it had been since I took out my espresso maker.

I used to use it every day. It’s a number of years old, now, but it’s a good, pump-driven Krups model. (I looked, but couldn’t find it online, so my guess is that they don’t make that particular model anymore.) I’d make a latte for breakfast every morning–a shot of espresso mixed with some milk heated on the stove. (So much easier, really, than using the steam wand–and, frankly, I’ve always found them difficult to clean, whereas a small pot is easy.) Anyway, that was my daily, morning routine for years.

I only stopped doing that when I did a serious cut-back on dairy products about seven years ago–mostly because of the phlegm/mucus/lung/sinus thing . . . There’s a lot of controversy over whether there really is a connection, but I do notice an improvement when I avoid large amounts of dairy products–and also I notice a significant difference when I DO succumb to the creamy white stuff–so while I miss cheese and occasionally do crave a dish of ice cream, I’d rather stay away than take unnecessary chances. I still add cream to my coffee, put milk on my oatmeal, eat cakes made with milk and butter, but . . . no pizza, no grilled cheese, no glasses of milk (not unless I’m really desperate).

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Anyway, clearly, if I were going to cut back on dairy, drinking a cup of milk with my coffee every morning just wouldn’t do. So I bought an American-style drip coffee maker and the espresso machine was banished to the laundry room closet.

Still, sometimes . . . like when you’ve been watching Alton Brown raving about how wonderful espresso is and all the things you need to make a perfect cup, well . . . sometimes you just have to make yourself some latte.

And, well, it IS a holiday. I’ll just, um, keep my inhaler handy . . . just in case!

And, really, it tasted just wonderful.

Gem

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It was another beautiful day, just as perfect as yesterday.

Chappy was so impressed with the pictures I took at the farm yesterday, he suggested going today to buy some corn for dinner. Such a good idea, don’t you think? So this morning, he, Mom, and I walked up to the farm to get some. (Sorry, Amy, but they’re still selling it here in New Jersey.)

You’d never know, looking at the farm, that there’s a major highway just on the other side of those trees, huh? Or a suburban development within walking distance? Not only that, but it’s right next to a historical-landmark farm. In fact, back in 1988, it was used for filming some farm scenes for a movie with Matthew Broderick and Harvey Fierstein.

Actually, did you see Stephanie’s post last month, about “Kinnearing?” Not only did she invent a great new verb for the discreet photographing of celebrities, but it reminded me of when they were filming it. Mom and I were going out on some errand or other, I was driving, and she decided to bring her camera to get a picture of the movie-making. But, no, heaven forbid we should stop the car. Or that they should see her pointing a camera their way. No. What she did as we were driving by was, with her eyes straight ahead as if she had no interest in the camera crews and lights and all that, to quickly lift her camera up to the car window and snap! a quick photo through the glass. All without glancing their way. All without letting them see
what she was doing. All in the space of about 15.3 seconds as we drove past. I laughed SO hard.

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Speaking of gems, my Little Gem has been goofing off this week–it hasn’t spun anything since Tuesday. It sure looked pretty in the sun this afternoon, though. I tried to capture how very neon-green its driveband looked in the light, but couldn’t quite do it . . . but it looked pretty just the same, huh? In fact, as soon as I finish this post, I’ll be pulling her over to my little stool and take her for a spin, she looks so enchanting….

In knitting news, you’ll be glad to know that I finished my Autumn Rose ribbing tonight. Phew! So, tomorrow I’ll be starting the colorwork . . . which means I really need to decide whether I want to tweak the colors.

Oh, and my book? I made an online submission to a literary agency last night, and printed out two today which are sealed up, with postage, and will go in the mail on Tuesday. So, you know, I said I would, and I did! I’m not getting my hopes up . . . I’ve lost count about how many times I’ve sent it out in the last 10 years or so, but I do still have faith in it, and that’s what matters, right? (And, how much faith do I have? Well, just for the hell of it, I just registered the domain name of the title-dot-com . . . assuming the title doesn’t change, and that anybody would ever know the title and bother to look for it, but, you know! It’s a gesture of confidence, right?)

Okay . . . off to the wheel! Have a great Labor Day tomorrow, for those of you in the U.S. And for the rest of you? I hope you had as wonderful a weekend as I did.

Beauty

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Well, here it is. September. And what a beautiful start to the month!

It’s been a relatively quiet day. Mom had a JJill coupon, so we went out to the local stores and started out our day at Starbucks. Then we visited JJill and Ann Taylor Loft (my favorite). We were headed back home by 12:30, but stopped off at the local farm to get some vegetables. Some fresh tomatoes to go with the fresh mozzarella I bought yesterday. Some NJ peaches. Some grapes. Green beans for tomorrow’s dinner. A small eggplant . . . though, it had been a long time since I ate eggplant, but, well, they were fresh and they were right there, so….

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I was just putting the car into gear to leave the farmstand, when Mom pointed and said, “Wouldn’t that be a good Eye Candy picture?” I immediately braked and said, “Thank you! I keep meaning to stop here, and I meant to get my camera out before we left.” So, thanks to Mom, I have pictures to go with today’s post.

It really has been a beautiful day. About 75 degrees (24 C), no humidity to speak of, blue skies with fluffy clouds. Absolutely gorgeous.

After we got home, we took Chappy out for a walk and then sat out on the deck in the backyard for a while. Not too long, though, since Mom’s allergies are bothering her a lot because, well, it’s September and that’s what our allergies do. Mine would likely be as bad except I took some Singulair the other night. Much as I hate taking medicine, I want to stay one step ahead of my asthma, so . . . Anyway, we didn’t stay outside for long, but Chappy didn’t mind. His tail wagged just about constantly the entire time we were out there, so he was happy.

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Oh, this was funny. While we were in JJill, Mom was in the dressing room, so I sat down in a handy chair and pulled out my sock knitting. One of the salespeople walked by and glanced down and said, “Oh, I can knit but I absolutely can’t crochet, and you know, most people can do one or the other but not both.” “Really?” I said, “Because I can do both, though I much prefer knitting.” She then went on about how she used to make sweater pieces but absolutely couldn’t sew them together, and so on. She was called away by a customer, and when she came back, she glanced at my knitting again and asked, “So, what are you crocheting?” Crocheting! Now, I entirely understand that the difference between knitting and crocheting is unclear to people who don’t do either, but she just stood and told me about how she used to knit and she still didn’t recognize that what I was doing was knitting? Um, it’s easy. Two pointy sticks = Knitting. One hook = Crochet. Sheesh. But, well, she meant well, I suppose.

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In knitting news, I did try another swatch for my Autumn Rose–everything exactly the same as on my first swatch except for shifting the rows for changing the colors for the pattern stitches–so that, instead of changing both background and foreground on the same rows, they’d be staggered one row each. The problem? Since I made such a tiny swatch (only one, bare pattern repeat, since I didn’t want to waste yarn), it’s almost impossible to tell whether it made any appreciable difference . . . or whether it’s worth doing for the real sweater. I suppose I could always do the Photoshop-thing that Stacey did with hers….

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Oh, and I’m finally sending my book manuscript out into the cold, cruel world again. I checked my records and the last time I sent it out into the world was 2003. Yes, four years ago. Poor thing. It probably doesn’t think I have any faith in it any more, though that is not the case. I just hate to think of how many years ago I actually wrote it, and how many rejections I’ve gotten already–despite the fact that, when I reread it just a couple months ago, I still thought it was good which, of course, is the point. I mean, if I hadn’t written it myself, I’d buy a copy of it in a minute (grin). Anyway, I picked two agents out of Writer’s Market that sound like they’d be interested in it and will be printing out the submissions tomorrow  . . . just as soon as I change the toner cartridge in the printer. Can’t strain their eyes, now, can I? That wouldn’t be a good start at all.

I hope everyone else is having as nice a weekend!

Books Read in August

Here’s what I read in August:

1. SILENCE AND SHADOWS by James Long (407 p.) Mix together a tormented archaeologist who used to be a rock star, a woman who looks exactly like his long-gone wife, a man who can’t talk but can sing legends from centuries ago, and put them all at a Bronze-Age dig in northern England somewhere, and things get interesting. Good book, good story. Such a shame this author doesn’t write more.

2. STILL LIFE WITH CHICKENS by Catherine Goldhammer (176 p.) A memoir of a newly-divorced woman who needs to downsize to a smaller house, despite her 12-year old daughter’s protests. Finally, she offers, “If we move, I’ll let you get the chickens you’ve always wanted.” . . . I think you can see where this is going, right? Enjoyable, well-written.

3. PRINCESS ACADEMY by Shannon Hale (316 p.) YA book. Miri lives in a little mountain town whose only industry is mining. Then one day, a messenger from the King arrives–it’s been foretold that the next Princess will be from this town, and so, the traditional Princess Academy is instituted, to teach the girls of the town what they’ll need to know if they get picked to be the next princess. Very enjoyable.

4. THE SPY’S WIFE by Reginald Hill (266 p.) On a normal day, Molly is in the kitchen washing the breakfast dishes when her husband dashes back in the house. Saying only, “I’m sorry,” he runs upstairs and races out a few minutes later with a suitcase. Shortly after, the doorbell rings . . . it turns out that, all these years, her husband has been a Soviet spy!

5. WESTING GAME by Ellen Raskin (182 p.) A little gem of a Newbery Award winner. Sam Westing has left a will, leaving obscure clues to a group of seemingly completely unrelated people. The person who comes up with the right answer will win his entire $2 Million estate and so, of course, relative chaos ensues.

6. COUTURE KNITS by Jean Moss (137 p.) Primarily a book of knitting patterns, but also with some really good tips in the “how to” section at the back.

7. NO SHEEP FOR YOU by Amy R. Singer (157 p.) Also a knitting book, but chock full of lots of interesting details on all the non-wool fibers out there, where they come from, their relative properties. Informative reading, followed by some really nice patterns. Never a bad thing.

8. DINNER WITH DAD by Cameron Stracker (242 p.) Another memoir, this time of a man who, tired of forever grabbing a quick bite at a train station and getting home too late to see his kids, makes a deal with his wife that he will be home for dinner 5 nights a week–and that he’ll cook, too. Leading to lots of family wrangles about what the kids will or will not eat, financial juggling, thoughts on the American dream and the way it’s taken over . . . Highly enjoyable. Oh, and he’s been blogging the experience, too, here.

9. FRANCES HODSGON BURNETT by Gretchen Holbrook Gerzina (307 p.) A biography of the woman who wrote “Secret Garden,” “A Little Princess,” and “Little Lord Fauntleroy” among many other things. Interesting, too. I had no idea that she was so enormously popular. Or that she was as much American as British. Born in Manchester, moved to Tennessee at 15, married an American, but spent as much time travelling or living either here or in Europe, even she couldn’t pin it down. Frankly, a better biography than I really expected it to be.

10. ROMANTIC HAND KNITS by Annie Modesitt (140 p.) Pure knitting patterns and not much else (beyond the occasional helpful tip).

11. JUDGEMENT OF PARIS by George Taber (304 p.) I really enjoyed this book–non-fiction at its best, interesting and informative. This tells the story of the 1976 wine tasting that rocked the world–a blind-testing in Paris, with all French judges, between California wines and French wines . . . and the Californian won in both red and white wines. Everyone was beyond stunned, not least of which the people who arranged the testing. And the press, who with the exception of one reporter from Time, didn’t bother to cover the event. This book tells the story of the people behind that win–the wine-seller who staged the event, the people who made the winning bottles, along with a certain amount of history of wine making in general. Really excellent.

12. SUSPENSE AND SENSIBILITY by Carrie Bebris (297 p.) I mentioned this series last month. It’s a dilemma, really–a series of mysteries using Jane Austen’s newly-wed Mr. and Mrs. Darcy as the sleuths, mixing together characters from her other books . . . which is something along the lines of a travesty. And yet, the writing is pretty decent, she has a deft hand with dialogue, and they’re not actually bad reads. Although, with this one being kind of a cross between Sense & Sensibility and the Portrait of Dorian Grey, just like last time, there’s too much supernatural stuff going on for this mesh of mystery an Austen to really work. But still . . . oddly entertaining.

13. NORTH BY NORTHANGER by Carrie Bebris (312 p.) Third in this Darcy mystery series, and I think it was the best of the three. Elizabeth, pregnant with their first child, finds a letter written by Darcy’s long-dead mother, talking about a precious object she’d lost . . . the trail of which leads the Darcys to Northanger Abbey, where they get embroiled in a robbery . . . far-fetched, so far-fetched, and yet . . . can’t. stop. reading . . .

14. THE DARK IS RISING by Susan Cooper (216 p.) A 1970s YA classic (being turned, gulp, into a movie). Will Stanton finds mysterious things happening on his 11th birthday–the animals won’t come near him, the radio bursts into static whenever he nears it . . . it turns out that he is the youngest “Old One,” part of the ancient fight of Light against Dark . . . and the Dark is rising . . .  Classic.

15. GREENWITCH by Susan Cooper (131 p.) Next summer, Will joins up with the Drew children (from the series’ precursor, Over Sea, Under Stone) to help recover the stolen Grail and to retrieve a vital secret that the ocean’s Greenwitch has.

16. UNHERALDED by Edwin Gere (244 p.) History book about the Berlin Airlift. It’s a unique book in that it tells the stories of the people who were vitally involved without being the actual pilots–the ground crews, flight staff, people unloading the planes. The author (who himself was involved) worked really hard to gather as many personal recollections as possible. The writing style, unfortunately, doesn’t quite live up to the material, but that doesn’t change the fact that it was worthwhile reading after all. That was one, enormous, incredible, admirable undertaking!

17. THE GREY KING by Susan Cooper (208 p.) The next in the “Dark is Rising” series–Will goes to Wales to recuperate after a bout of meningitis and meets Bran, an adopted farm boy with white hair and a dog that can see the wind . . . and, apparently, a mysterious past.

18. SILVER ON THE TREE by Susan Cooper (269 p.) The grand finale, where all the elements come together–Will Stanton, the Drew children, Bran Davies, his long-lost father, and the final quest for the Light. Such a good series.

19. BEST OF ENEMIES by Nancy Bond (248 p.) One of my very favorite books–Charlotte, as the much-youngest of her family, is feeling left out and just a little sorry for herself when she gets involved with an apparent “invasion” of a group of British “troops” bent on disrupting Concord’s annual Patriot’s Day festivities. I just adore this book–when I read it in junior high school, it had just everything I wanted in a book–good characters, great story, satisfying ending. And as an adult, it still has all those things (though thankfully I’m well past adolescence now), but it also has wonderful writing and a story every bit as satisfying as it was the first time I read it. Love this book. Which probably explains why I’ve read it 8 times since 1997, huh?

20. PLACE TO COME BACK TO by Nancy Bond (187 p.) This, the sequel to “Best of Enemies,” I don’t read as often. It takes place a couple of years later, when Charlotte and her friends are in high school. But suddenly, Oliver’s guardian the Commodore passes away and everything changes. This one is sadder, moodier, and not nearly as satisfying, so it doesn’t get off the shelf nearly so often as its companion. (Only twice, in fact, since ’97.) There is another sequel called “The Love of Friends” but that’s almost depressing . . .

21. BELGARATH THE SORCERER by David & Leigh Eddings (644 p.) What does one say about an auto-biography of a 7000-year old man? This book comes technically after both the Belgariad and the Mallorean series, but it tells Belgarath’s story, from his childhood all the way through to when Garion was born. It’s not really a stand-alone book because there are so many constant (somewhat distracting) asides to “current” characters who might be reading the book, but at the same time, it would make a good introduction to this world of Eddings’ . . . which is their best world by far. I’ve read most of their books and the one with Garion and his friends is the one I keep coming back to.

22. POLGARA THE SORCERESS by David & Leigh Eddings (643 p.) Naturally Polgara, Belgarath’s 3000-year old daughter, had to have HER say, so here’s her “autobiography.” Also entertaining. Also enjoyable. Also somewhat irritating with all the cute little asides, but still . . . My big question is how would she feel to know, after criticizing Belgarath for having been so long-winded in his story, that her book was only one page shorter when her lifetime was only half the length of his?

23. SEPARATE PEACE  by John Knowles (204 p.) Another YA book, this time set at a New England boys’ school during WWII, narrated by one of the students. This tells about the difficulties of life and friendship and sports and doubts all during a time of war, yet removed from it . . . . I don’t want to give too much away, but it was a beautifully-written book, deftly handled . . . although I saw the ending coming from a mile away, there were still surprises as the story unfolded and it was definitely a good read.

24. PAWN OF PROPHECY by David Eddings (258 p.) Book one of the Belgariad. Garion is just a simple boy being raised by his aunt on a remote farm, but one day, some mysterious something is stolen and he, his aunt, and a group of others suddenly are caught up in a quest to find it . . . but Garion is frustrated by not knowing what it is, and there seems to be something unknown about his aunt and the old storyteller, too… This series of five books is one of my favorites. I’ve been a fan since high school (and even exchanged a few letters with the author back in the 1980s while he was still writing them), and it’s just a story that I keep coming back to. Highly enjoyable.

25. QUEEN OF SORCERY by David Eddings (327 p.) Book two of the Belgariad. Garion has come to accept (mostly) that his aunt is really Polgara the sorceress, and that Mister Wolf is Belgarath, but still, he keeps getting hints about his own future that are worrying . . . and then there’s that pesky Imperial Princess who’s suddenly part of the group . . .

26. MAGICIAN’S GAMBIT by David Eddings (305 p.) Book three of the Belgariad. Garion’s own talent for sorcery is now obvious and he begins his training, all while he and his companions get closer to Mallorea, where the stolen Orb has been taken . . .

27. MAYFLOWER by Nathaniel Philbrick (358 p.) History book telling the story of the Pilgrims’ trip to the New World and, then, the story of their relationship with the Indians . . . and its degrading into “King Phillip’s War,” so named for the Indian sachem who instigated it, and which I had never heard of. Now, this was an excellent book, but all the gore once war broke out kind of turned me off a bit. Great story, though.

28. CASTLE OF WIZARDRY by David Eddings (373 p.) Belgariad book four. With the Orb retrieved, now they just have to get it back to Riva safely . . . and then figure out what comes next…

29. ENCHANTER’S END GAME  by David Eddings (372 p.) Belgariad book five, the grand finale. Garion journeys to the big showdown, finally knowing exactly who he is and what’s expected of him . . . Like I said, this is a delightful series. Fun, entertaining, a “classic” kind of fantasy series, but one that works and works well, without being derivative. And did I mention that it’s fun? Great way to end the month.