On my needles ~ Susie's Reading Mitts. I'll finish the thumbs, hem top and bottom for picot edging then block. The yarn is the alpaca, pygora, merino blend that was spun up before Christmas.. Love!
I am almost finished reading Emily Climbs which is book 2 in the Emily Of New Moon series. I am a tremendous fan of the Anne books so was excited to delve into these. L.M. Montgomery is such an amazing writer. Every sentence is colorful and telling. I will say being the prudish, conservative that I am, there are a couple of things that I have issue with especially seeing that these books were written with the younger reader in mind. I'll see how it all plays out in the end but I get a bit squirmy as I read. Shall I tell or would that be a spoiler? O.K.... SPOILER ALERT! There is much interspersing of pagan dieties and rituals. There is a recurring plot-line regarding psychic and spirit activity. And anytime 'Jarback' Priest (his name not his calling) is in the picture what is supposed to be (I think) beautiful goes in a wrong direction. So, why do I continue? Interesting characters and sensory descriptive settings. Rich vocabulary... The stories are wonderful aside from these lingering Victorian fad inclusions. So, if I just keep it in its proper historical perspective the writing has me wooed. I preferred the first book to the second and wonder how the third will compare.
"In my walk I went and said good-evening to the Disappointed House. I am always so sorry for it- it is a house that has never lived- that has not fulfilled its destiny. Its blind windows seem peering wistfully from its face as if seeking vainly for what they cannot find. No homelight has ever gleamed through them in summer dusk or winter darkness. And yet I feel, sometime it will come true.
I wish I owned it.
I dandered around all my old haunts tonight- Lofty John's bush- Emily's Bower- the old orchard-the pond graveyard- the Today road- I love that little road. It's like a personal friend to me.
I think 'dandering' is a lovely word of its kind- not in itself exactly, like some words, but because it is so perfectly expressive of its own meaning. Even if you'd never heard it before you'd know exactly what it meant- dandering could mean only dandering.
The discovery of beautiful and interesting words always gives me joy. When I find a new, charming word I exult as a jewel-seeker and am unhappy until I've set it in a sentence."
Joining Ginny's Yarn Along