I love to read the classics. My latest book:
There’s something about the beautiful richness of the language that exists in classical literature that I love…”I know few things more affecting than that timorous debasement and self-humiliation of a woman.” It’s a lyrical dance between two characters; a poem for my senses. I love the historic timing; the drama, the humor, the sensitivity. Experiences are just so different today and sometimes books are an escape as well as a source of entertainment. The movie that runs through my mind always seems so much better than anything the Weinstein brothers come up with on DVD, too.
I have a little ritual I have when I start a new book. I take one of my many Scrapbooking tags, add a ribbon at the top, write the name of the book on it, and stamp the date I start reading. I then stamp the date of completion when I am finished. Strange, but true.
So tonight I am going to read some more, like I do every night, comfy and cozy in my pajamas, curled up on the couch, until Mr. Sandman pays me a visit and makes me go to bed. Happy tales!