Since I didn't post a list of the bookish goodies under the Christmas tree for me yet, I will beg your indulgence now. From my loving husband, I unwrapped Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Bard and Delhi by Sam Miller as well as the ever popular B&N gift card so we can pretend for one month at least that I haven't spent a seriously obscene amount at the store. From my sister-in-law came World and Town by Gish Jen. From my sister and brother-in-law came Scent of the Missing by Susannah Charleson, Casting Off by Nicole Dickson, East Hope by Katharine Davis, and Leopard Rock by Tarras Wilding. And because I am always significantly out-presented by my children, I saved my Secret Santa gifts for Christmas day as well. For the Booklovers Secret Santa, from Liz of Consumed by Books, I received a wonderfully generous package including Talking to Girls About Duran Duran by Rob Sheffield, a Cadbury bar, a package of three small notebooks (perfect to keep in my car for jotting notes) and a CD of Liz's favorite Christmas music which is great and totally appropriate since I listen to Christmas music for a month ahead of time and love to add new renditions into my listening line-up! And from Steve or Sean (I am notoriously bad at reading other people's writing), I received the utterly enticing ARC of Late For Tea at the Deer Palace by Tamara Chalabi, which comes out this month. Pretty special bookish haul if I do say so myself!
As for this past week's reading adventures, I didn't have many since I came down with the hideous and unpleasant cold my niece and nephews so thoughtfully brought to Christmas. I did, however, spend time with Louisa May Alcott as she fell in love one summer, finished learning about the natural world around the Great Lakes (and indeed around me here in the South too), and followed along as one of Britain's first female lawyers learned her craft both in a kidnapping case and a murder trial.
And for right now? Well, it's a toss up between going back to my latest read or singing (dreadfully off key, I might add) with my daughter to her new Singstar Abba game (the boys seem to have darted off to their hidey holes at the merest mention of the 70's pop sensations for some reason).