I daresay you’ll have noticed by now how much I love books. I spend a lot of my time reading, or listening to audio books. I expect my knitting output would be much higher if I had the multi-tasking talent of the late Elizabeth Zimmerman, who read a book and knit at the same time.
On Friday, I decided I would rearrange our bookshelves, a job which I’ve been putting off for months. Tony arranged the books originally, and although they looked decorative, he didn’t put them in any kind of order (some were even upsidedown) which was rumpling my neat little brain. Besides, a couple of times recently I’ve bought a book, only to realise I already have it. Not good. So I thought I’d spend Friday morning doing that, then have a nice afternoon knitting by the woodstove. Ha, ha. Even with my geeky category list, that I’d carefully prepared, it took me hours. And the mess, oh boy, the mess. Books everywhere. Dust everywhere.
But I did it in the end, and now all the books are neatly categorised, and sub categorised, and got dangerously close to being alphabetised, but I resisted that temptation, since I am trying not to be quite so anal. And it looks beautiful. And now I can put my hand on any book, without long searching.
At the moment, I’m reading three books – the collected letters of Evelyn Waugh, a Patricia Wentworth mystery, and Miss Marjoribanks, by Mrs Oliphant. This is generally how I read, some nonfiction, some lightweight fiction, and something a little more meaty. A smorgasbord of reading, if you will. I was talking to Karen last week about reading, and the amount of books I get through (I reckon about 150 a year nowadays, but when I didn’t work so hard it was more like double that figure). I expect I do read more than the average person, but there’s more than a voracious appetite for books at work here. Firstly, I am an incredibly fast reader. I wish I wasn’t, especially on a really good book, but I am. Secondly, we don’t have an actual tv in the house, we just watch the occasional dvd. So evenings and weekends are for knitting and reading. And I automatically pick up a book to read at every available opportunity, at meals (naughty, I know, but I can’t break myself of the habit), while cooking, in the car, anytime I am still for a minute or two. I’ve always been like that. Head in a book, that’s me.
I must say, Miss Marjoriebanks is turning out to be superb. If you like Jane Austen you’d like it (and if you don’t like Jane Austen, why on earth not?!), and if you love Cranford, as I do, you’d like it. Speaking of which, is anyone watching the tv series of Cranford at the moment? Since it’s one of my favourite books, its killing me not to see it, but I’ll have to wait until it’s released on dvd. Is it worth the wait?