Regular readers (all three of you) may have noticed that there hasn’t been much actual reading going on around here for a while. There are a couple of reasons for this. First of all, I decided to do only spiritual reading for Lent. My bedtime book has been the number one best-seller of all time, the Bible. I do read the lectionary every day, but its snippets of scripture lack the sense of the continuous narrative of the Bible. At first I thought I’d just read Genesis, but now it looks like I’ll finish Exodus before Easter and may just keep going to see how it turns out. I don’t wish to bore my non-Christian readers but I have to say it is pretty interesting reading. Not only is it fascinatingly exotic, the action never stops, and I even find the technical descriptions of commandments, priestly vestments, etc., interesting. I’ve heard Leviticus is a real slog, but being a detail-oriented person I fancy my chances of making it through.
As for the other Lenten reading I’m supposed to be doing, it has been usurped by a very un-Lent-like obsession with my enormous to-do list. It is very satisfying to get things done, but since this isn’t a blog about kitchen organization there hasn’t been much to report here. The spring weather has also lured me out to the garden, to the garden store, and back again (and again, and again…). I also have a relative coming to visit soon, so getting the house (and the canoe!) ready is priority one.
However, I can feel the pendulum swinging back towards bookwormishness. I found myself in a used book store today and have three new friends. I grabbed a copy of The Virginian in preparation for the Slaves of Golconda’s next blogging project. I was intrigued by the cover of The Cloister and the Hearth, and want to find out if it is indeed “one of the half-dozen greatest historical romances of all time” as the cover claims. The real prize, though, is a good copy of A History of Reading by Alberto Manguel, a book I’ve heard many good things about. The shopkeeper expressed some regret that she hadn’t absconded with it herself, which makes the purchase that much sweeter.
So I’m looking forward to Easter, not just for the obvious religious reasons, but also because by then I’ll have time and space to be a bookworm again. Stay tuned.