It’s Not All Mary Poppins


I haven’t felt much like blogging lately. Neither writing posts nor reading others’. I no intention of quitting, but this week I haven’t had the usual “Oh! I have to write about that!” impulse.

Instead of writing, I’ve been reading. Not blogs, but books. Oh, how I’ve been reading. This afternoon I suddenly became aware that the usual stack of books on the end table behind the couch are all finished. In the last ten days, I have devoured:

The Bad Mother’s Handbook
by Kate Long

Tread Softly
by Wendy Perriam

Astonishing Splashes of Colour
by Clare Morrell

The Virgin Blue
by Tracy Chevalier

Man and Boy
by Tony Parsons

I skimmed through
Canuck Chicks and Maple Leaf Mamas
by Ann Douglas

I dipped into an old book once again:
Birthday Letters
by Ted Hughes

And I finally finished a book begun a month ago:
The Nurture Assumption
by Judith Rich Harris

A productive few days! Well, productive if these things are judged by internals, as I think they ought to be more often than they are. Only gradually has it come to my consciousness that I’m seeking some input to my well of words, in order to balance out my near-daily output. Input of ideas, perspectives, words. So I’ll just revel in the book-wallowing, and we’ll see what comes of it in another week or so!

© 2006, Mary P

October 25, 2006 Posted by | books | 17 Comments