"Did you do anything special on your vacation?"
I was asked this upon returning home by a woman in our church whose family also vacations at our favourite beach. Somewhat taken aback by this notion, I said, "No!" in a laughing kind of way, and was quickly saved by my brother who was one row of chairs behind me and had overheard the question. "No!" he said. "We just sat around and ate!"
Between high school, college, managing households, and running a business, my family works like a dog year round. That brief week in October that is "fall break" for most people is our seven-day Sabbath. Throughout the year we work six days and pitch down on the seventh, but for a week in October we are at liberty to do absolutely nothing but rest on the seaside, kicked back in beach chairs with books on our laps, developing odd tans with sharp outlines because of how our books lie on our knees... With the ten people in my family, plus the welcome addition of Anna, within a very short time of arriving at the beach our house was covered in A. boxes of food and B. piles of books. With the few anomalies of poking into a few tourist stores, hitting golf balls off a driving range, and shrieking in the cold ocean water, we sat around eating and reading. And oh, it was glorious.
I took a number of books with me, only one of which I managed to finish (unless you count Amos, Obadiah, and Jonah). I was well into A Girl of the Limberlost, and completed that a few days into our vacation. I had also taken C.S. Lewis' The Problem of Pain (which I am not enjoying as much as I had hoped I would) and I am still in the midst of that. I began Patrick Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind (pretty good stuff for a debut novel!), and now I have bookmarks in Freckles by Gene Stratton-Porter and Kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson (Kidnapped is a hoot - you should definitely read it). I checked an odd contemporary biography out of the library on a strange twist of fancy (Traveling With Pomegranates), Daddy gave me my very own copy of Lesslie Newbign's Signs Amid the Rubble: the Purposes of God in Human History, I'm still in the middle of The Golden Warrior and reconciling myself to the dismal ending that I know is coming, I'll probably read Kidnapped's sequel David Balfour, and The Darkness and the Dawn by Thomas B. Costain has been waiting some time for me to get to it.
All this upon the eve of November, which promises to be chock full of Not Reading. But as I become loathfully depressed when short of reading material I cannot say I am sorry I have so much weighing on me; this should carry me well into December and most likely into the new year. By the twelve houses, the new year is so close...
So much for a reading update! I know I like to hear what other people are reading; here's hoping you like to get a peek at what I'm planning (so much for good intentions) to read. I am continuing to work on topical posts for the November blog party for The Shadow Things and answering questions that the readership is sending in. Keep them coming, folks! To tide you over, check out Anne-girl's blog Scribblings of My Pen and Tappings of My Keyboard: she is hosting a blog conference as I type and had asked me to write up several posts and engage in a question-and-answer session of her own. I chose the topics World Building and Verbal Sparring, and found the questions very intriguing. I get the feeling that none of my answers were strictly orthodox; be sure to check them out!