This weekend we went to Barnes and Noble. I had a couple of gift cards and an afternoon spent wandering around a book store sounded peaceful. Remind me never to go to Barnes and Noble on the weekend again. It was crazy getting there and it was crazy once we were there. So many people, and I am not a people person. Despite that, we had a nice time. The kids each found something they wanted and my husband kindly donated his gift card to me. What a nice man. I got this.
I need another copy of Pride and Prejudice like I need a hole in my head but it is just so pretty. I picked it up and I was lost right away. I carried it around and kept telling myself I was going to put it back but somehow I was still holding it as we walked up to pay. I am now madly rushing through all the books I have going so I can sit back and luxuriate in reading a pretty copy of one of my favorite books. Buying books because they are attractive has never been my thing so I am not sure what came over me but I am just going to go with it.
I also bought All Our Worldly Goods by Irene Nemirovsky. I recently read Suite Francaise and enjoyed her writing style. This is described as "a novel of love between the wars" which makes it sound sort of corny. I am sure it isn't, but I wish they hadn't used that line. Why are so many books described in the same way in the blurbs on the back? This one is also haunting, elegant, and poignant. It is possibly all true, but the words are used for so many books that they start to lose their meaning. That being said, prepare for a review in a little while in which I tell you the novel was about love between the wars and it is haunting, elegant, and poignant. Don't say I didn't warn you.
This week I started watching Home Fires. It was on PBS not that long ago. I recorded it and never got around to watching it, I don't know why. A show about England during WWII is right up my street. So far I am enjoying it. I think I want to live in a little English village and wear 1940s clothes, just without the war.
I also bought suitcases this week. I know, that doesn't sound wildly exciting. However, they are really a gift from my parents since they gave us some money for our anniversary. Plus, they are for our trip to London in April since the ones we had got pretty much destroyed on our last flight. Anything that makes London seem closer makes me happy. I have a list of book stores as long as my arm and I am trying to narrow it down to the essentials. Maybe I should locate coffee shops nearby for my husband. He likes book stores but not quite as obsessively as me. He does, however, like coffee to an obsessive degree. I am also trying to decide what else we want to do since it won't be all book stores all week. We have been before so the main touristy things have been done. I think there are some National Trust properties in London that we can tour. I like touring houses and gardens and seeing how people used to live. I am sure this won't be the last time I mention London on here. I talk about it a lot. If I am shopping with my daughter and stop to look at something, a purse or some shoes or whatever, she will look at it carefully and then pronounce judgement on whether or not she thinks it will be good for my trip. I have trained her well!
It has been a rainy and miserable day but I made cinnamon bread and it is just about ready to come out of the oven. The smell is wonderful. It is the little things that brighten up a dreary day. The smell of cinnamon bread, a pretty book, and plans for a trip. Life isn't half bad.
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