Ahhhh summertime. AKA mental hibernation time. I’ve actually been very busy doing things that are productive. but I haven’t been too inspired to write eloquently about them. First and foremost, reading, reading, reading. There are certain books I never tire of, the comfort reads, if you will. Jane Austen — every book, every year. That’s non-negotiable (and now that I have the Compleat Works on my iPhone of all things, I might repeat more than once a year.) The Wind in the Willows, Through the Looking Glass, and I admit it! the J. K. Rowling oeuvre (see how I got through that without mentioning Harry Potter? Uhh – Oooops …). Murakami. My favorite for the last ten years, Murakami. But in the read-and-reread category, there’s only Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. I think I’ve read it – hardcover it clocks in at just over 600 pages — I’ve read that sucker at least eight times carefully, and dipped in and out many times more than that. But the queen of the re-readables is, no doubt, Dorothy Sayers.
You just can’t read Gaudy Night often enough, I say, and when I read some crackpot review that sniffs “It could be a hundred pages shorter,” my mind reels. Yes, there could be a little less paradise on earth. But why?
And speaking of Murakami —
And the funny thing is, I don’t have ANY Moomin books. But that right there’s a Moomin cup (from the Marimekko store in Seattle). Oh god. Moomins, Murakami, Marimekko – all one one shelf, metaphorically, three of my grand passions.
(Not sure what I mean by Marimekko? Does THIS ring a bell?
I’ve been doing a wee bit of gardening too … Here’s the agony and the ecstasy of lettuce-growing.
Finally, the flower-girl crown has still not lost its luster.