Festival?

IMG_0345 First things first–here’s a current look at my Flutter-Sleeve cardigan. That’s a finished back, a finished front, and the beginning of the second front. It’s moving along nicely.

Now, in other news, Mom and I have desperately been trying to figure out a way to get to the Martha’s Vineyard Fiber Festival next month. I mean, could it be any more perfect for us? First, it’s our absolute favorite place to visit, which I think you’ve probably noticed. Second, um, hello, Fiber Festival. Sponsored by the MV Fiber Farm, one of whose shares of wool I’ll be getting from this Spring’s shearing. Which, of course, is what triggered this fiber festival in the first place. Put together by Susan, who sent Mom and me that great package in January, to ease the Vineyard-withdrawal for Mom. You know, Susan, the one with the blog with all those adorable, new lamb pictures?

This isn’t going to be a fiber festival on the scale of, say, Rhinebeck, but still … wool, vendors, fun people, sheep, goats … all on Martha’s Vineyard. What’s not to love? And, besides, Mom and I both want to be there for the FIRST one, even if we can’t make a yearly habit of this (assuming Susan wanted to do this again next time). All this started, of course, with her deciding that opening up “Shearing Day” to the share-holders would be kind of nice. Who knew it would explode into a full-fledged (if small) fiber festival? I mean, you think, a flock of sheep and goats, a shearer, some new friends … simple. Not!

There are two tricks, though. One, um, have I mentioned that money is tight? And, two, we have to bring Chappy. I am, of course, always delighted to spend time with my boy and show him off. (You may have noticed.) Spending a weekend with him is not exactly a hardship, and we always take him to the island with us. But, um, the actual Festival, I’m sure, doesn’t allow dogs. Which means from 10:00 – 5:00 he’ll … stay in the car? It hardly seems fair, and of course we’ll visit frequently, but still. It’s not exactly ideal, and it does limit the options as to where we can stay, but leaving him home isn’t an option because Dad will be away that weekend, too. (Talk about a rarity.) Luckily, Chappy doesn’t mind the car when it’s staying still. (Oh, yeah. The carsickness. That’s another problem! And that the inn we might be staying at doesn’t have internet access–yikes!)

Anyway, these are things and decisions and numbers that Mom and I have been crunching the last few days, because we both really want to go–even Mom, who doesn’t spin or knit. (We’re anxious to meet Susan, too.) We figured, though, that since we’re having to postpone (read: cancel) our usual May trip (that pesky money thing again), two days in April seem … fair. Right? I mean, at the very least it will give Mom a chance to replenish her scone supply.

Princess and the Pizza

Okay, the embedding didn’t work, so you’ve got to click over to the site, but it’s worth it. Go here . . . Lookybook. It’s a cute little site with scans of picture books, and this one, The Princess and the Pizza by Mary Jane and Herb Auch is just adorable.

And, psst! Did you know the new Spring Knitty is up?

Grand

There’s not much to talk about on the knitting front today–although, actually, I finished one of the two fronts to my Flutter-Sleeve yesterday. That’s not that exciting, though, and there aren’t any pictures, so, we’ll just slide past that.

Chappy, of course, is as adorable as ever, but I can’t rave about him ALL the time. (Well, I could, but you might get bored eventually.)

So, instead, because it’s her birthday, I’m going to talk about my grandmother today. Not the one to whom I owe the family-famous “Grandma Cake.” No, the other one. Mom’s Mom.

This is the grandmother of the famous diamond ring story. The one who, er, visited Mom and me at the Sweet Life Cafe. The one to whom Chappy owes his name.

Because, you see, Grandma grew up on Martha’s Vineyard. She graduated from high school there, her mother is buried there, and she had enormous ties to the island before she moved to New Jersey and met my Grandfather.

She brought my Mom up every summer of her childhood, to romp around Oak Bluffs with her friends Willie Jones and Jackie Robinson. To be spoiled by her godparents. To go to the beach. To ride the Flying Horses. (That’s Grandma kneeling, and Mom is the itty-bitty tyke on the blanket.) All of which, of course, has made my mother absolutely love Martha’s Vineyard. Which she’s passed on to the rest of us.

 Unfortunately, my grandmother died when I was 9 years old. I distinctly remember the day–June 22nd, the last day of third grade, and I was setting the table for supper when the phone rang. It was grandpa, asking to speak to my Dad–which scared me right off the bat because, why would he ask to speak to Dad first? And I remember the sound of Mom’s scream when Dad passed on the news. It was totally unexpected. She’d been in bed with a cold but–so far as we knew–relatively fine, until her sudden heart attack. She died in my grandfather’s arms and Mom still says that that was the worst day of her life.

 Since I was fairly young when we lost her, I don’t have that many stories of my own to tell about Grandma. (Her name was Maude, by the way.) I wasn’t old enough yet to really sit and talk and laugh with her … but I know that Mom got her sense of silliness from her, and passed that on to me. In fact, Mom has also said that she used to get silly with her mom the way that I get silly with her–obviously something she and I would have had in common.

She also crocheted–I’ve got a box filled with beautiful, dainty handkerchiefs with handmade lace around the edges, for which I give her great credit. I’ve tried doing that myself and find it far too hard to see what I’m doing with the crochet hook at such a small scale.

 And, um, did I mention her love of Martha’s Vineyard? (grin) Because, you know, if she hadn’t loved it so much herself, and had such ties to it, she wouldn’t have brought Mom there so often when she was little. And then Mom wouldn’t have loved it enough to infuse that into her kids and her grandkids. And then, certainly, I wouldn’t have a dog with a Martha’s Vineyard-inspired name. (Two of them, technically.) Considering how much I love Martha’s Vineyard, I’m really very grateful for that.

And, of course, those stories that I’ve got–like that diamond ring story–are certainly good ones. But the best thing I owe to my grandma?

 My mom.

Happy birthday, Grandma!

Jetlag

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So, first, you make oatmeal cookie dough and spread it in the pan. Then you make brownie batter….

IMG_6604 … and pour that over the top.

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When baked, you get a two-layer cookie with oatmeal and brownie intermingling in the most mouth-watering way. The idea is inspired by the FatWitch breakfast brownies, but the recipe is my own. Or, well, really, they’re the recipes that came on the boxes, but putting them together was my idea. The Baker’s Chocolate brownie recipe is still my favorite, and the oatmeal cookie part was adapted from the oatmeal-raisin cookie recipe on the Quaker Oatmeal container. (No raisins, no cinnamon, but otherwise the same.)

IMG_6612 It makes for a really thick cookie (which my Dad insists on calling “cake,” sigh), which is why I baked it in my Edge Pan. I didn’t trust it to bake evenly in a regular, rectangular pan … although, really, it probably would have been fine. And, besides, I LOVE my Edge pan! Everyone should have one (grin).

IMG_6617 This, plus making pot roast, is basically how I filled my day. (The pot roast? Browned in the pan, and then cooked in a combination of beef stock, red wine, and a splash of tomato sauce, since we were out of tomato paste; seasoned with a bay leaf, parsley, Worchestershire sauce, a dash of allspice, a little minced onion, and salt and pepper. Yum.)

Our house smells good today!

IMG_6627 There was some spinning, too…. And, of course, some reading. (Yes, I finished Fool’s Errand, which I started yesterday afternoon, and am now onto yet another book.) We got Chappy out for a walk, too–at least it was sunny today.

Which at least helped the agony of Daylight Saving Time. Sure, I got to sleep later than usual because it was Sunday, but it still felt like I was getting up an hour early (and tomorrow is going to be agony). And then, the sun was glaring in my eyes when I tried to sit with Chappy this morning . . . it didn’t get bearable until after lunch. And when I came upstairs to check my email around 3:30/4:00, the sun was angled just so coming in my bedroom window, so that it was glaring in my eyes. Sigh. And I can already tell you that it’s going to be in my eyes when I head downstairs after my shower, too, which is going to make reading, knitting, and watching television challenging until the sunsets. (Because we have a very loose-weave drape on our sliding doors, and it does NOT block the sun.)

I tell you, Daylight Saving Time is like having jetlag without having the fun of a vacation, first.

Wet

IMG_6580 This picture pretty much encapsulates today for you . . . in the cozy house with Chappy while the rain streams down outside.

Okay, technically, Mom and I went out for coffee this morning, which we usually do on Saturday mornings, but that was, what, an hour? Hour and a half? Away from the house, so it barely counts. (Except for the fact that we split a cinnamon bun–Mara’s makes excellent cinnamon buns and is worth getting a little wet for.)

Otherwise? Well, it will say a lot about my day when I tell you that I’m on my fifth book since this time yesterday. Yesterday, I was finishing up Crystal Dragon by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller–which I finished just before 8:00 last night. Then I went onto The Sherwood Ring by Elizabeth Marie Pope (yawn), then Dark Watcher by Lilith Saintcrow (okay), which I finished about 12:30 last night. Then I picked up Standing Still by Kelly Simmons and read the first couple chapters before going to sleep. This book, incidentally, I picked up because Kelly mentioned it on Ravelry, and well, isn’t this what you do for friends and acquaintances when they get their books published? And, well, if she’s on Ravelry, that means she’s a fiber person and therefore an acquaintance. I finished that around 1:00 this afternoon (good), and am now reading Fool’s Errand by Robin Hobb.

And, I can’t help it. I was too tired to do anything constructive like spin or work on the computer, so I just read instead. Reading is easy.

Oh, I also spent about an hour sitting in the living room with Mom and my spinning wheel, which was ideal. She worked on her cross-stitch and I spun, which was soothing and productive and yet gave my eyes a nice rest. May I just say how grateful I am that I’ve improved enough to spin with my eyes closed? In fact, it was so relaxing, I almost fell asleep while spinning, which would have just been too strange–which is when I got up to make some tea instead. I drank that, read a bit, and then figured I should write a post since it’s been a couple days since I wrote a “real” one. The plans for tonight? Supper, and then Mom and I are going to watch The Queen (which neither of us has seen yet).

All in all, a lazy kind of day, but Chappy’s just glad that all of us are home. Even if this heavy rain did mean that he missed out on any chance for a walk today! But . . . lazy is good once in a while, right?

Oh–and for those of you affected, don’t forget to change your clocks ahead tonight for Daylight Savings Time. (Grumble, grumble. I hate losing sleep, and having to get up an hour “early” is not fun, either, which makes this coming Monday one of my least-favorite Mondays of the year.)

You Say Tomato…

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Is it just me? Or does the rather unusual internal shape of this tomato remind you of anything?

(And, what? Doesn’t everyone like taking pictures of their food? I mean, sure, it might be a little unusual that I stopped in the middle of making my lunch to go back to the car to get my camera out of my purse, but, well, wouldn’t anyone?)

(Just me, then? Oh.)

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Snow Singles

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You know, it occurs to me that I haven’t shown you any finished pictures of my Snow Squall singles since I washed them.

The color, again, was from Spunky Eclectic, and the fiber is Icelandic wool. I can’t tell you how much I adore this color–gray wool with blue and green dye. But I do kind of wish it were a softer wool.

Still . . . here it is. Something like 430 yds of laceweight Icelandic in an absolutely wonderful color . . . the only problem now is to figure out what to DO with it. It’s a little scratchy for a wool shawl. Although, of course, my Pi-are-Square shawl was Icelandic singles…. although I don’t remember that being quite so scratchy. Any suggestions?

IMG_0339 In the meantime, my Flutter-Sleeved Cardi is moving along nicely. The back is completely done and I’m just through the short-rows section of one front. Unusually for me, I’m knitting the fronts separately. I figure the entire pattern is spelled out by number of rows, so the likelihood of all the pieces ending up the same size seems pretty good. The color isn’t great here, though–the green looks very grayish, but, well, what else is new? (grin)

And . . . darn!

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Well, I wish I’d known this yesterday. Not only was March Fourth the only day on the calendar that is a complete sentence (which, of course, I posted about three years ago when this blog was new), but it was also National Grammar Day. Who knew? (I mean, other than Sharon at Daily Writing Tips, which is where I saw it.)

And . . . could this be true? Could Friday Night Lights be coming back for a third season? Oh, I don’t want to get my hopes up!

IMG_0342 Now, Chappy’s looking at his toy, so I should go . . . or maybe he’s looking at his crate, which seems like an even better idea, since I’m rather tired myself….

Dirty Socks

IMG_6529 So, after a day of wearing your wonderful, handknit socks . . . what do you do with them?

Sock-washing is one of the topics that came up on Saturday. Kim lets them pile up and then does a big wash of bunches of them. Risa uses the Harlot’s method of wearing them into the shower, thereby avoiding “laundry” altogether.

IMG_6538 I still like my method best. When I get ready for my shower at night and take my socks off, I fill up the sink with a some woolwash like Soak, a drop of shampoo, or a squirt of conditioner.

IMG_6539 Then, while I’m in the shower, the socks soak. It’s that simple.

IMG_6537 By the time I’m done with my shower, the socks are clean. I gently wring out the water and hang them in the shower to dry. I used to lay them flat on a towel on the counter, but Chappy enjoyed trying to steal that (grin). The hang-to-dry method is safer for the socks.

And, that’s it. I can’t really imagine an easier method, not really. Soaking them while I’m in the shower takes care of the hard part, and they dry themselves with no additional effort from me. All I have to do is fill up the sink in the first place, and then remember to drain it and take the socks out. Not really that much of a strain on my mental resources, you know? And my socks are always clean, since I wash them the day I wear them, and there’s never a pile of dirty socks waiting to be cleaned. AND it is so simple, I don’t consider this “laundry,” either.

Now, did you catch that I use conditioner to wash them? This is another thing I’ve been meaning to mention. A couple weeks ago, Mom, Dad and I were chatting about hair (don’t ask me why Dad was chatting about hair–he’s had a crewcut since high school), and Mom said, “One time, I accidentally used conditioner to wash my hair [shudder].” I said, “I use conditioner all the time.” “But I used it instead of shampoo. [shudder again].” “Yes, that’s what I mean.”

This isn’t completely new news, even in the knit-blogging world. In fact, Wendy posted about it just last month. I’ve even mentioned it myself, though not recently, and it bears repeating. Shampoo, even the ones touted as “moisturizing” usually have harsh cleansing agents–usually sulfates–that are bad for your hair, so that your hair then requires conditioner to add the stripped-moisture back, like putting on hand lotion after washing the dishes. Except, it’s healthier to avoid the stripping in the first place. Conditioners often have plenty of cleansing agents in them to begin with–they just need a little extra time to loosen the dirt. (You can read more about conditioner washing here. And here.) It’s true that not every conditioner is eligible–the ones that have non-water-soluble silicones, for example, would just build-up on your hair, but there’s a large number that work, and they’re not always the expensive ones, either.

It does make a certain amount of sense, if you think about it. I learned in high school chemistry that oils dissolve oils. The ancient Romans used oil for their own bathing, after all, and you can clean your own skin with oil even now (Either with purchased products, or by mixing your own out of 50/50 castor oil and extra virgin olive oil, with maybe a drop or two of aromatic oil for scent.) So, really, why wouldn’t conditioner work to clean your hair? And, for that matter, your wool? I’ve been cleaning handknits in conditioner for years . . . and since it’s conditioner, it doesn’t have to be rinsed out, which leaves my knits extra soft and smelling nice. V05 Kiwi Lime is still my favorite, though their new Tea Therapy Vanilla Mint, both available at the local drugstore for a couple dollars,works really well. And they cost a lot less than the Wen products. (Though I’ll admit that I’ve tried that and like it, too. On my hair. It’s a little pricey for washing socks.)

Now, a couple other links for you:

Did you hear that Jody is launching her very own online magazine, Knotions? Good luck, Jody!

I have to say that I love Ysolda’s newest pattern, Verity, a lovely, slouchy beretlook how fabulous it looks–and with her curls, too.

And, you DID know that today is a Sentence, right? I posted about it over at Punctuality Rules.

Spinning Sunday

IMG_0328 Well, I finally got around to winding my Snow Squall singles onto my skein winder, though I haven’t yet summoned up the courage to take them off and see how twisty they are. They took 218 rotations of the winder, I believe it’s a 72″ circumference at its widest point, so that’s 436 yards (398 yds)–plenty for something like a lace shawl, if I felt so inclined, although I think it’s going to be too itchy, really, for lace. The picture doesn’t capture the green in the yarn very well, either, which is a shame. I just loved this colorway, but have my doubts about the usefulness of the yarn. Because, again, it seems kind of itchy, although maybe washing it will soften it a bit. Maybe? The recap, for those who haven’t been playing along: this is 4 oz of Icelandic singles in the Spunky Eclectic “Snow Squall” colorway, which is not only beautiful, but apparently comes with magical powers.

IMG_0334 Otherwise? Pretty quiet day today. I started spinning bobbin #2 of those blue merino singles. Did some reading (would you believe I’m on book #3 of the month already?). Went for a walk with Mom, Dad, and Chappy. Did some basic dusting and some laundry, but … nothing particularly productive.

IMG_0335 Chappy, really, was just glad to have me home. He gave me SUCH a greeting when I got home yesterday, and Mom and Dad said that he basically sat on his chair all day yesterday–not interested in playing (though they tried) and basically didn’t do anything all day except help Dad out with a few snacking emergencies. He obviously was not happy that I was gone most of the day, and while he really does have to accept this kind of thing once in a while, well, it wasn’t exactly onerous to spend all of today with him.

Oh, and here’s a link for the book-lovers among you–30 of the most creative bookcases. Now, I think most of these are fabulous to look at, some are downright beautiful, some are wonderfully creative, but . . . Here’s my thing. I have almost 3000 books spread out over something like 12 overflowing bookcases plus additional closets and storage boxes. When I see clever, creative, whimsical, aesthetic bookcases like these, I admire them at the same time I’m thinking, “But, that’s wasting so much SPACE!” (Not to mention that the odd angles of some of them have to be murder on the book spines.) You can tell that these are usually designed by people who consider a large book collection to be, oh, maybe 100 books.

Really, though, the Freshome site is entertaining to browse through. (A faucet that lets you know if the water is hot or cold? Wall tatoos? Corner picture frames? All very nifty stuff.)

Spinning Party

IMG_6513 So . . . there was Jessica, of course, showing off her new house.

IMG_6510 And Risa, Kim, and Ina, with their spinning. (Ina’s spindle of singles was wound about as perfectly as humanly possible, I was very impressed.)

IMG_6512 Kristy worked on the sweater in her beet-dyed yarn because, of course, she doesn’t spin (but seems like a lovely person anyway) (grin). Since she wasn’t spinning, she got the comfy chair. (I mean, really, doesn’t she look comfy?)

IMG_6516 A group photo–including Jessica’s cat, Simba, who is a sweetie.

IMG_6524 I finished my first bobbin of that blue-blue-blue merino. Now, I was told that the color didn’t look like what anybody expected, that my earlier pictures made it look more like turquoise. So, I can’t say for sure that the color you’re seeing is the color I’ve got, but I think this picture is pretty close. It’s just a lovely, medium shade of clear blue.

Oh, and so I left about 4:15, hoping that I’d be able to get Chappy out for a quick walk when I got home, before it got too dark or too cold. Well, guess what my street looked like when I got home?

IMG_6518 I don’t know where that blue sky of the morning disappeared to! For that matter, I had my sunglasses on for most of the drive home, too. Go figure. But this did mean that Chappy did not get a walk . . . although, I’ll admit, I’m tired enough not to be overly concerned about that. I had a fabulous time, but all that laughing and spinning and chatting and eating and stuff sure can take a lot out of me!

Blue Sky

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Okay, blue sky with just a couple inches of new, fresh snow. So, gotta go!

The tricky part, of course, will be explaining to Chappy why I’m leaving without taking him into the backyard to romp, first…. Oh well!

Books from February

Okay, here’s my reading list from the month of February. As you can see, I went on a nostalgia kick….

1. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker (306 p) Teenager Leeann narrates this book about her older sister, who is convinced that the songs that run through people’s heads are the key to their troubles . . . until things fall apart. A really enjoyable book, the author nicely captures the early 1980s and the bonds holding these two sisters together. And, really, Mary Beth might have been on to something about the ear-worm thing….

2. The Keeping Days by Norma Johnston (238 p.)
3. Glory in the Flower by Norma Johnston (198 p) YA. The first two (and the best) books in the “Keeping Days” series–these are classics, centering around Tish Sterling growing up in Queens around 1900, with her opinionated, high-tempered family. I’ve been huge fans of these books since I was about 13 and like to pull them out to reread them every now and again. The first one introduces Tish and her family, her sister Bronwyn’s courtship by two men (or, really, every man that meets her), Tish’s budding friendship with a neighborhood boy that loves books as much as she does, her clashes with her strong-minded mother . . . The second one centers around the high school’s production of “Romeo and Juliet,” and has always pretty much perfectly described the “sensitive, misunderstood” self-centered chaos that even the most generous teenager has to deal with. There are more books to this series but they are ALL out of print these days, and only the first two have triggered the desire for me to hunt down copies for my own library. They’re definitely worth it, though.

4. Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery (309 p.)
5. Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery (207 p.)
6. Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery (244 p.)
7. Anne of Windy Poplars by L.M. Montgomery (258 p.)
8. Anne’s House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery (230 p.)
9. Anne of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery (277 p.)
10. Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery (225 p.)
11. Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery (277 p.) YA. It’s been a loooong time since I read through the entire “Anne” series–usually I stop after the original trilogy–but the stars were aligned, and so I read all seven . . . ranging from Anne’s arrival at Green Gables as an imaginative, 11-year old orphan, through her courtship, her marriage, and her motherhood to five equally imaginative children. The final book focuses on her daughter Rilla, growing up during WWI, and makes a great end to the series. Books 5 and 6, which focus more on Anne’s children have never been my favorites, but there’s something about the strength of character that comes through–for everybody–in that final book that redeems them all. Although, really, it’s the first three that are by far the best. The complete collection of “Anne” books can be bought as a group right here.

12. Becoming Jane Austen by Jon Spence (246 p.) Biography of Jane Austen, and the one which the movie was loosely based on. It’s not the first bio I’ve read, but it was very readable, and very clear. A good book which stresses the various pressures she was under to marry (or not) and to write (or not).

13. Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott (258 p.)
14. Rose in Bloom by Louisa May Alcott (311 p.) Children/YA. The two books focusing on Rose Campbell and her seven bonnie, blond, high-spirited cousins. The first book takes place when Rose is 13 and newly-orphaned, and being brought back to health and sense by her all-wise Uncle Alec. The second is years later, just before she comes into her inheritance, and as she’s being courted by all and sundry. Now, these are sweet, wholesome books (and the first is better than the second). But they are rather TOO sweet. A little too preachy and moralistic as Miss Alcott teaches us all these important lessons about health over vanity and self-sacrifice over selfishness . . . I’ve loved Louisa May Alcott since I was a child, but I find my tolerance for her particular brand of sweetness is much lower than it used to be. I described it as comparable to eating sticky, sweet cinnamon buns–one is delicious, but more than that? As a child, that much sugar cannot be anything but good, but as an adult . . . one (or two) at a time is really enough. Still. I’ve always liked Rose, and I have an inkling that it’s thanks to Uncle Alec that I still mostly eat Oatmeal for breakfast almost every day.

15. Once Upon a Day: A Novel by Lisa Tucker (342 p.) An interesting novel–it starts by telling Dorothea’s story–she’s been raised on an isolated estate in New Mexico with her brother–no television, no computers, and lots and lots of safety restrictions by their father–no knives, no climbing trees, no staying in the sun for more than 20 minutes at a time, no pets because they might bite. You get the idea. When her brother grew up, he left, and then Dorothea’s father got sick . . . so she left to try to find her brother, whose last known address was Missouri. There are a lot of interwoven stories, here–telling the story of Dorothea’s search for her brother, but also telling the story of their (dead?) mother, how she met their father, and what led up to his taking the children to such a remote place, and also Stephen–the widowed cab-driver who helps Dorothea find her brother, and Janet, who had been their mother’s best friend . . . Good book.

16. The Salterton Trilogy: Tempest-Tost by Robertson Davies (242 p.)
17. The Salterton Trilogy: Leaven of Malice by Robertson Davies (220 p.) The first two books of the Salterton Trilogy. The first tells about an amateur theater production of Shakespeare’s The Tempest, and the second about a prank of an engagement announcement in the local paper of two people who barely know each other . . . and the ensuing chaos when the girl’s father takes it personally and threatens to sue the paper for libel . . . I really love Robertson Davies’ books and find his interesting blend of scholarly writing plus humor plus interesting characters and situations to be fascinating, but in just about all his trilogies, there’s always one book out of each that I don’t particularly care for. Luckily, though, you can get full enjoyment out of the other books on their own . . . And, really, I’ve always rather enjoyed reading about Solly and Veronica’s response to that engagement-announcement predicament.

18. Dream When You’re Feeling Blue: A Novel by Elizabeth Berg (276 p.). Taking place in Chicago during WWII, and following the Heaney sisters as they write letters to their men overseas (one sister’s fiance, one sister’s hopes-to-be-fiance, and then the third sister’s revolving list of penpals). Told from Kitty’s point of view, it follows her growth as a woman throughout the war, leading up to a sacrifice for one of her family members … Good, but sad. (Oh, and the blurb on the back of the book–annoyingly mixes the names of the soldiers the two sisters are writing to, saying that Julian is Louise’s fiance and Michael is Kitty’s boyfriend, when the names are reversed. It’s not quite so bad as the glaring error in the title of the book I got in October, but still . . . don’t people check these things??)

19. Dragonhaven by Robin McKinley (342 p.) YA book in a somewhat alternate-universe America where dragons are real and endangered but it is just as illegal to help one as to hurt one, Jake, 15 when the book begins, finds a dying dragon, killed by a poacher beside her newborn babies. He takes the one, still-alive dragonet to try to save her life and thus begins the long process of trying to keep her a secret. As always, Robin McKinley is just wonderful.

20. The Places In Between by Rory Stewart (297 p.) The true story of the author’s walk across Afghanistan. I found it interesting and his writing style is engaging, but I wasn’t as entranced as the blurbs on the cover led me to hope that I would be. Still, good book.

21. Rose Daughter by Robin McKinley (306 p.) The second retelling of the story “Beauty and the Beast,” which is interesting just in itself–that she chose to tell the same, basic story twice. I tend to like the first one a little more, but still, this is a lovely little book with a good story and wonderful story-telling.

22. Summers at Castle Auburn by Sharon Shinn (355 p.) Fantasy book by one of my favorite authors. Cori is a half-blood noble who lives most of her time in her Grandmother’s humble cottage, learning to be an herbalist, but during the summers, she visits at Castle Auburn, admiring the dashing Prince Bryan, and adoring her sister Elisandra, who’s betrothed to him. As Cori gets older, though, she starts seeing signs that Bryan is not perhaps as wonderful as she’d thought him, and she begins to dread her sister’s marrying him…

23. Dragonflight by Anne McCaffrey (188 p.) The first Pern book, and in terms of writing, it’s not the best, but it lays the foundation for the rest of the series and is therefore a must. To save the world, F’lar and Lessa must convince everyone that the dangerous Thread that falls from space are due to start their cycle of destruction again, despite a long interval of 400 years since the last time. Not only that, but they must figure out how one, understaffed weyr of dragons can do the job that had been handled by five in the past…

24. Dragonquest by Anne McCaffrey (320 p.) Book two, and with the true “voice” of Anne McCaffrey. Taking place 8 years after the first, things have settled into routine, but there are political problems now, as well as practical ones–like, is it possible to visit the Red Star and eliminate Thread at the source?

25. White Dragon by Anne McCaffrey (296 p.) Book three, focusing this time on young Lord Holder Jaxon, rider of Ruth, the sport white dragon. This has always been my favorite of the original “set.” Jaxom is an engaging young fellow, and the tease at the end as he and the other characters discover Landing–the original settlement from when men arrived on Pern thousands of years ago–is delectable.

26. The Renegades of Pern by Anne McCaffrey (384 p.) The next Pern book in the timeline and, while not one of the best, it’s an important transition to the next “phase” of the story. And the last third of it is great.