No jury duty for me. And no disc either. Instead I walked to K-Mart, a nice 4.5 miles. It occurs to me that walking to Target would be less, and I could take the bus home…
Finished Westmark by Lloyd Alexander. Again I feel cheated. Why did no one point out Alexander to me when I was a young reader? As an adult there’s still things to enjoy, even if the characters are a bit cliched and their feeling are told rather than shown. There’s some fine phrase-turns, and I’m surprised at the slyness of the subject matter. Monarchy v. non-monarchy. Violece v. pacifism. Nice in a kid’s book. Unfortunately, I am short a The Kestrel before I can continue the series. I picked up Westmark in Omaha and The Beggar Queen at the library’s sale corner.
Notice that I don’t really keep to my “What I’m reading” list. I can’t really get into Berendt’s The City of Fallen Angels, so it’s going back to the library. Instead I’ve been reading Chocolat by Joanna Harris, which is lovely. And also Perez-Reverte’s The Seville Communion. And reading The Diamond Throne out-load to Eric as he works on his map. (Which probably explains the sore throat that’s been bugging me for a few days.) And Macbeth in odd moments.
Cripes, it’s already a quarter after 4.