Archive for February 4th, 2008


Monday, February 4th, 2008


Well, I read the book through to the end, but I only did it out of a feeling of obligation that I have to almost any book that I begin reading. I didn’t really enjoy it, nor do I plan to read its sequel, Inkspell.

I thought that I would enjoy this book, since I have loved fairy tales and fantasies from my youth, and this book falls within those genres, as well as being an adventure story, I suppose. Here is the main thing I disliked. The book seemed to be one dismal, scary situation followed by another. I was told in graphic language about the cruel things the bad guys enjoyed doing to innocent people and animals. At the very end, there was an abrupt change for the better, but all the cruelty and dismal-ness of the bulk of the story still clung to me, because the things described are the things that bad guys in our world often inflict on those who have no defense.


Goodnight. I shall strive to be more positive and cheering tomorrow. 🙂

Still Resting

Monday, February 4th, 2008

The old back is much better today, but since I still need to rest it every so often (and I can’t bend over) I missed work today. I’m REALLY hoping to make it in to school tomorrow, and am thinking that’s going to be doable.

Whenever I’m ill, or don’t get my usual work done, I feel like such a FAKER. I can’t bend over today, to unload or load the dishwasher, the washer, or the dryer. I’ll just have to be patient until the girls arrive home from school. They will neaten things up then, but I much prefer to have everything neat and organized before they arrive home.

In between my rests, I have gotten some paperwork done, as well as some telephone business, and some email business. That’s good. I hope to bake bread today (maybe), and make Cheddar Chowder (nice version of potato soup) for dinner tonight.

Well, time to go lie down again. I’ll read a bit more of Inkheart. Maybe I’m just being grumpy, but after reading The Morning Gift by Eva Ibbotson in which every character, no matter how minor, is believably developed, I’m finding myself bored by some of the characters in Inkheart. However, I usually feel that I owe it to a book to read through to the end of the story, so here I go, in my grumpiness, to continue slogging my way through the story. Or, as my daughter Debra (who likes to make up words) would say, I will sadgle (or maybe it’s spelled sadjle?) on until this story is done.