Because I need to move the rest of my stuff from N’ton to Ft. Collins sometime before the next millennium, I’ve been going through a lot of books I haven’t read in 10-20 years (*wince* I can’t be that old!) to see if they’re worth holding on to. Anything I loved as a child stays, obviously, but there’s a lot of books that I tackled at age eleven or fifteen and set aside for later, on the assumption that I didn’t like them because I wasn’t old enough for them yet.
The surprise hit is Mary Stewart’s Merlin series. The language is stunning, the characters are beautifully and believably drawn, and the books are sending me on an Arthurian kick to reread The Forever King and The Winter Prince and, of course, the unexpurgated version of White’s Once and Future King (Disney is the only publisher that doesn’t censor it, believe it or not, and worse, if you ever glance at CliffNotes or SparkNotes for the books, they do a bit of handwaving to make sure no one notices the edits). Words cannot express how happy these books make me.
The misses include a Frankenstien-ish collaboration by Piers Anthony and Mercedes Lackey, which I had kept mostly out of the same horror that makes people slow down at traffic accidents, and the Indigo series by Louise Cooper: an emo heroine with unlikely-colored eyes, a secret tragedy, a lonely mission to save the world, and a sentient pet wolf. Can you say Mary Sue?
Along with these, I’ve been rereading The Daughter of Time, which was required reading for a class in my freshman year. I love Tey’s wit and the sharp, clear intelligence of her writing, although I’m amused that the American character has British reticence and Scottish grammatical tics. And on impulse, I decided to google Richard III and see what the damned picture actually looked like. It’s beautiful. Compelling. He seems sad and sweet to me, the lopsided eyes and the smile twitching the corner of his mouth, fidgeting with his ring. He looks human. I can see why Tey felt driven to clear his name.
Orientation absolutely kicked ass. The prep work went smoothly, the orientation itself was really good, and the picnic was awesome. Maybe fifty people, in the park, talking up a storm and enjoying each other, with pizza and tons of delicious homemade munchies. I’m really pleased with how it all went, and I got a ton of compliments from everyone for pulling it off so well.
I have this deep-seated image of myself as the girl who does a half-assed job on the assignment the night before it’s due, the bookworm who doesn’t know how to socialize. One of these days, I’m finally going to get it through my head that that girl grew up a while ago.
Just came back from Northampton/NYC, and wow, it was so good being with my parents this time. I mean, we’re always an insanely close, happy family, but we do drive each other crazy, too. But this time, no craziness, which I attribute to my having hosted them a month ago when they came through Colorado. I think they’ve finally realized on some deep level that I’m a grownup who can take care of myself (and others) and that they can let go of that responsibility. Which means they don’t feel put-upon and I don’t feel nagged. Win/win. So I got to chat on the porch with Mom and make midnight snacks with Tateh and just generally enjoy them 24/7. Also, there is now a little cafe in N’ton which has THE most amazing food. Oh my God. Walked there every morning for a soy mocha and a ginger-blackberry muffin, utterly addictive.
NYC was also good. Got to hug my best friend goodbye, hang out with him and my brother, compare notes with Susan about her low-residency MFA, and give Amy Cara a long-overdue hug as well. Also had lunch with my old boss, Amy, which meant I got to swing by the office and see everyone again. Also, got even more of a haircut–my hair is now maybe two inches long and cute as hell.
And then I flew home and immediately started doing stuff to prepare for Orientation today. So far, so good, more later!
MY MOM’S NEW BOOK IS GOING TO BE PUBLISHED!
This is her second book and it’s all poetry this time instead of poetry/memoir fusion. Very cool!
Between this, the Mahzor, and (hopefully) my dad’s book on biblical law codes, the two of them should have three books coming out this year. I’m so happy and excited for them!