I’m watching wee reader sleep in his crib. It’s been a long night, as he had plenty of trouble getting back to sleep after a late night feed. He’s sleeping on his tummy which doctors pretty much frown upon, but it’s the position in which he sleeps the longest. So I’m sitting by his crib, keeping an eye on him while he sleeps.
The Library ‘s automated email has reminded me that the books are due in three days and I panic a little as I’m only halfway through Eucalyptus. It’s a book that requires quite a bit of concentration, to appreciate its quiet beauty – and unfortunately, concentration isn’t my strong suit at the moment. Instead, I’ve been reading some YA fiction (Lightning Thief and Lemony Snicket providing some easy going distraction-proof reading), flipping through magazines (my Kitchenaid mixer came with a subscription to Food & Wine), and plenty of Netflix. I’ve been enjoying such new-to-me gems as Downton Abbey and The Good Wife (Christine Baranski, Archie Punjabi and Alan Cumming are the stars in my opinion!), and plenty of rewatching of favourites like BSG, Studio 60, and Buffy. If you haven’t yet seen any of these, I’d recommend you add them to your queue/beg/borrow/buy!
Ah but I also have managed to finish reading a more adult book. Zuleika Dobson, or, an Oxford love story by Max Beerhohm was quite a delightful satirical read. It’s not exactly all ha ha hee hee fun, but more of a tee hee, snork snork sort. Because this story is full of peacocks. I don’t mean that literally of course, but that these characters, these Oxford students are all fawning over our dear Miss Dobson, granddaughter of the Warden of Judas College, a former governess and now stage magician, who manages to enchant (more than just enchant actually – they all fall madly in love with her) any man who sees her, even the Duke of Dorset, also a student, who decides to sacrifice himself in her name. Yes, I do mean suicide. Soon, it catches on and the whole Oxford student body (this being the Edwardian era, they’re all male) pledges to die for her.
It was kind of outrageous, kind of silly, and parts of it were a little difficult to read (it perhaps deserves another reading in a less sleep-deprived state for better appreciation – and also maybe not in e-book form). It’s a pity that this was Beerhohm’s only novel.
Right. Now it’s back to Eucalyptus. At least until he wakes up. I know it’s not the best way to be reading this book, but it’ll have to do for now!
What have you been reading lately?