reading ramblings, part one

I had been planning to write a post this week about my mountain of half-read and unfinished books, after realizing that I only ever finish about two-thirds of the books that I pick up to read. I’m not sure if that reflects my indecisiveness or a staggering inability to commit, but it’s certainly not because they’re not good books.

And then yesterday, we lost electricity for the morning, and with nothing much to do except sit and enjoy the silence, I saw an opportunity before me. I sat down and I finished three books.

First, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, which I found thoroughly enjoyable and as a bonus, it has given me the desire to write long letters in the British dialect. I received the book as a Christmas gift and I had only just gotten around to picking it up, due in large part (I admit) to my expectation of something slightly…schmaltzy. Maybe it’s the name: anything with ‘Sisterhood’ or ‘Society’ in the title tends to have a Lifetime movie feel to it, but not this book. It’s just smart and funny and absolutely captivating.

Then I took a to an entirely different genre, and finally finished reading The Orthodox Way. I started reading it months ago, and somewhere in that time, I just put it down and forgot to pick it up again. It’s an excellent book, and I have a feeling that I’ll be reading it over and over and over again in the years to come.

As for the last book I read, well, I’m almost ashamed to admit how long I’ve been working on it. I will say that it was also a Christmas gift.

In 2007.

And I’m almost equally ashamed to admit just why it took me over a year to read Barbara’s Kingsolver’s perfectly wonderful book, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Because every time I did, I felt so darn convicted about the way we shop and the way we eat that I put the book down and wouldn’t touch it for weeks at a time. Some people lay out all their issues on romance novels and self-help books? I work out my issues through books on food.

But feelings of utter inadequacy aside, I did finish it, it was a great book, and I look forward to taking steps toward a better way of shopping and eating. Baby steps.

And now my unfinished book pile is down to just three, and my ‘great-books-to-recommend-to-everyone’ pile has grown some more. But that’s for another post…

well, BOO

Dad called the hospital around 6:30 to tell me about something or other, but he didn’t get around to it, and instead he was being kind of snarky. I told him so, and he (rather snarkily, I might add) hung up.

Ten minutes later he called back, no snark this time, and said that Mom was finally on her way into work and that we had lost power. Did I happen to mention the word enchanting? Did I actually say the snow was beautiful? Because it’s a LIE.

And now I’m the one who’s feeling snarky.

my icon makes me inordinately happy

I do believe that this Lent will be the Lent of Indian food. I made this soup on Saturday and it was just so good, I plan on making it as much as possible during the fast. I also found some yummy looking Indian recipes on smitten kitchen, like Red Kidney Bean Curry (Rajma), Curried Lentils and Sweet Potatoes, and Everyday Yellow Dal.

Let’s face it: the Indians just know how to do amazingly creative things with lentils.


It’s snowing right now. Thick, heavy, wet snow that falls slowly and muffles the sounds of everything around you. As much as I complain, and as desperately as I want it to be bright and sunny and summertime, it’s hard to really hate something when it is so staggeringly, enchantingly beautiful.


A few minutes ago, a guy called the hospital and said (and I quote), "I have a couple of really stupid questions to ask, can I speak with maternity?"

For once, an honest caller. Incredible.