TBR&RR is my stack of books To Be Read and Re-Read. I’ve taken a picture of the current pile:
and thought I’d put in a few notes for my gentle reader’s amusement. From bottom to top we have:
1) The Brontes Wild Genius on the Moors by Juliet Barker. I’ve been grazing on this one for research purposes, but refuse to buy it (even though it would be a tax-deductible business expense!), because the paper is crappy quality inside and I refuse to buy a hardback with mass-market quality paper. Because that’s how I roll. Content is great though.
2) The World Before Yesterday by Jared Diamond. I was getting bummed out by the war section so I thought I’d skip to the child rearing chapters and look for some warm, fuzzy, traditional wisdom on raising children. Yeah. The section starts with a discussion on the practice of infanticide. This was not really what I was hoping for at 3am while I nursed the Captain. But I like Diamond’s books, so will proceed (warily), to keep reading.
3) Wait for Me! by Deborah Mitford, Duchess of Devonshire. This is particularly good for tips on how to let your children run wild out of doors, and her father reminds me of my maternal grandfather (on lunch guests: “Haven’t these people any homes of their own?”) And it isn’t in this book, but the collection of her correspondence with Patrick Leigh Fermor has given me my favorite ending to letters: “yours in tearing haste”. They were in tearing haste because of WWII, and I am in tearing haste because my children are doing something dreadful. So pretty much the same.
4) Emerson’s Essays. These are research also, for a project about which I will say nothing for the moment.
5) Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. One of my great theater triumphs was playing Meg in Little Women in high school. Everyone wanted to be Jo, but what they didn’t know before hand was that there was only time to do the original Little Women, not the sequel Good Wives (which is now almost always bundled with Little Women). But in the first section it is Meg’s trials and travails which get center stage and the play ended with her engagement. Very satisfactory.
6) The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkein. Let’s just say that I am a sucker for anniversary editions of books I love that have beautiful covers. It started with The Hobbit and I think both The Two Towers and The Return of the King will soon be in my possession. It wouldn’t do to have a mismatched set. And my only other copy is all three books in one, which I can’t really hold one-handed in the middle of the night while I nurse Captain Jack. So really, it just makes sense to buy individual copies of each book.
7) Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys. This is not badly written fan fiction porn about Twilight. This is a Carnegie Medal nominee about Lithuanians being sent to Siberia by Soviet Secret Police during WWII. Just FYI.
8) Sylvester, or: The Wicked Uncle by Georgette Heyer. I love me some Georgette. I go on periodic binges, and it’s been a while since I read this one. I don’t want to hurt its feelings, especially since it’s one of my favorites. So really, I’m just being nice by reading this.
9) Physics of the Future by Michio Kaku. What can I say? I like pop sci, especially if I think it will get me closer to a replicator, a transporter, and Captain Picard.
10) Why We Run by Bernd Heinrich. I love ravens, and this guy (and by “guy” I mean professor, scientist, ultra-marathoner, and writer), wrote two great books about them (Mind of the Raven and Raven in Winter). Since then, I will read anything he cares to write, and I haven’t been disappointed yet. Plus, I’m still on a read-about-running kick after Born to Run.
11) The Royal Wulff Murders by Keith McCafferty. A mystery series set in Montana fly-fishing country? Sold, to the lady in her pjs clutching the coffee cup! If it’s good I plan to inflict it on Junior and Commish in their turn.
12) The Code of the Woosters by PG Wodehouse. Stiffy Byng is the Wodehouse heroine I identify with the most (much to B’s horror–I think he’s worried I’ll try to make him steal a policeman’s helmet for me). I’m not good looking enough to be Corky Pirbright. And who can resist reading about Bertie’s travails with Sir Roderick Spode, amateur dictator? Certainly not I.
Now if only it were Captain Jack and not Little Lord Fauntleroy who was waking up all night so I could use those dark hours for reading instead of singing ABC’s out of tune. (Note to Captain Jack: this was not a request for you to spend more of your night awake if your brother is asleep. I would rank sleep ahead of both reading and singing ABC’s at 3am. Just in case you were wondering. kisses, Mummy)