I am still working my way through the Foreigner books -- halfway through # 8 Pretender -- but I am now sure that I can finish what I have left well before their due dates in December. And since I have three books (including Silks) to return today, and since Wednesday afternoon is "my" time (I get up at six, and work non-stop all morning to finish the household stuff), I am going to treat myself to an extended browse of the library. I may find some old favorite to re-read, or I may discover a new author to read through. As long as I stay away from the new, two-week, nonrenewable books, I should be able to supply myself with reading material to last me through New Year's.
I do have two books here at home that I want to work on. One of them is an old favorite, Enchantment by Orson Scott Card. I got into reading Card through the Alvin Maker series, read Ender's Game to make Tommy happy (I think he wants to be Bean), but I always come back to Enchantment. It's a stand-alone, unlike most of Card's other works (and I think his series tend to start out strong and go downhill.) I promise that if you read it, you'll have a new take on a lot of old fairy tales.
The other book I have hanging fire is The Shack, by William Young. It was given me by a pastor friend, who is buying paperback copies and passing them out with instructions to "read it and pass it on." Frankly, I've been delaying. This is partly because I want to finish the Cherryh series, but also because "Christian fiction" often leaves me either annoyed or bemused. This dates at least back to third grade, when I won a "Christian cowgirl" book for the best Scripture memory skills in my Good News Club. I still think it was stupid. Anyway, when I do read this one, I'll let you know what I think.
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Post-library update: I didn't get all the links into this before I had to leave the house, so I'm just posting it now. I managed to get away with only two two-week books, which I'll report on next week. I also got a big pile of "modern reprints" of books by Phoebe Atwood Taylor. They were written in the thirties,and reprinted in the sixties, and look like a lot of fun. I also got one simply for the title -- Who's Afraid of Virginia Ham? How could anybody resist that??
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I certainly have to read Whose Afraid of Virginia Ham now!
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