Oh week, where did you go? How is it that the week has turned into the weekend and my blog is still stuck on Monday?
What have I been doing instead of blogging?
A little reading.
Or maybe it’s a lot but it just didn’t feel that way.
For I’ve just finished the 662-page The Name of the Wind by the brilliant Patrick Rothfuss. And I feel pleasantly full. Not the kind of fullness where it’s just too stuffed. But a nice easy happy sense of having read a wonderful book. A book that took me into a world of magic (called sympathy), and more importantly, a school of magic. A book with a great character and a fascinating story. But it is also just part one of this trilogy (part two, The Wise Man’s Fear, is available but not part three which might be out next year, I hear). So it left me wanting more.
It is a little dangerous reading a book like this, a book that keeps me reading and reading. I sleep around ten these days as the baby (4 months old today!) was waking around 5-530 the past week (although today he made it to 615! Hooray!) so after putting both kids to bed at about 830, cleaning up the kitchen and taking a shower, brushing teeth etc that doesn’t leave me with much time for reading at night. So it was with great reluctance each night that I set aside the Kindle and The Name of the Wind and settled down to sleep.
Can’t wait for the next book!
Otherwise I have been dipping into Karen Connelly’s amazing The Lizard Cage. It doesn’t sound like much. Its main characters are a political prisoner stuck in solitary and starving, and a 12yo orphan who doesn’t know life outside the prison (he works there, having no other place to go- his father was a warden). But Connelly brings their stories together so well that I cannot stop thinking about them after I put down the book.
On another note, my non-fiction read is Raising a Reader by Jennie Nash, a short book on how Nash attempted to pass down her love for reading to her two daughters. It’s interesting how her older daughter jumped into reading so easily, even reciting a book perfectly by age 3 years 3 months after listening to it at bedtime. Then her younger one was such a reluctant reader. I wonder how my own boys will do when it’s their time. The elder one is nearly 2.5 and he loves being read to – his must-read is Goodnight Goodnight Construction Site!
Anyway I hope you are having a wonderful weekend!