I seem to have caught a summer cold. Are they any worse than a cold caught at any other time of the year, or do they just feel like it? It doesn't help having to contend with an old house that traps heat in the upstairs where sleeping is purportedly done. Not that there was a nice restful sleep in my house last night. So my regularly scheduled needlework post (I did make progress) will either show up tomorrow or I will resume it as scheduled next week).
Since I am feeling under the weather (and indeed the heat does seem to press down on me) and it has been even more quiet around here than normal (and normal anymore seems to be shh-library-quiet), I might just toss in the towel for a few days and hang up a 'gone fishing' (or gone reading maybe--wishful thinking) sign for the next few days. I have a nice four day weekend to look forward to. I am hoping, you know the drill . . . to do some extra reading. I hope to see a movie or two and there is a chance I might go with my family here for the Fourth. I haven't visited there since I was a kid and as I love touring historical homes, it would be great fun. Check out their bookstore/gift shop, have a good lunch. Fingers crossed it will work out.
My other exciting news is that I am well into the planning stages for another visit to Estes Park, Colorado late in August. My thoughts had turned to Estes just a week or so ago. I am already thinking of those cool rushing rivers. I think we will be staying at the same place right on Fall River. At least one visit to their most excellent little independent bookstore will be called for! I hope we get to go back to this wonderful little museum (which as a lovely little gift store with lots of local history books). And to draw out any good vacation, anticipatory reading is called for. I can almost guarantee that a few books will also come home with me (to draw the enjoyment out even more). Anyway, it is always a good thing to have something nice like a change of scenery to look forward to).
I have also been thinking of revamping my Lost in the Stacks posts. I think I had threatened to do this once, but I have been feeling particularly nostalgic for some good, forgotten stories that are lurking on the third floor of my library. I'm trying to think how I might make the experience 'interactive'--eliciting from any readers a year perhaps or a letter of the alphabet for the author's last name to help in my 'selections'. I'll have to think it over this weekend.
So, happy reading everyone. I hope you have a good long weekend, too, or have something nice planned in any case (even if it is only curling up with a book on your front porch with a glass of lemonade). While I'm away, a few links:
Check out this Feminist Library on Wheels.
Tomorrow is the fiftieth anniversary of Margery Allingham's death and if you are quick you can download one of her mysteries for just 99 cents! I really do need to get back to Mr. Campion's adventures. What a quirky man! Edited: Oops, very sorry. That was wishful thinking on my part--the ebook version is not free but only 99 cents. Sorry for any confusion that might have caused!
I was looking for books about women forest rangers (yes, more contemplation over reading material about or set in Colorado) when I came across this great travel book list.
I really want one of these pins. Because you can never have enough bookish accessories.
Oh, and one more link to pass on. I read this today (Thursday) and can only say hear-hear to Maureen Corrigan. I wholeheartedly agree with you. This appeared in the Washington Post. If I am doing this myself I am going to make a concerted effort to stop, as I do not think authors like Jacqueline Winspear (and you know how I love Maisie Dobbs) is any less worthy a writer/whose books are less worthy of reading any other writer (male or female).
"It’s hip to read hard-boileds — novels by the likes of Dashiell Hammett and Lawrence Block, where the lone-wolf detective walks the mean streets of the city, facing down crooks and femmes fatales. It’s often regarded as merely quaint, however, to admit a liking for the milder-mannered cozies, tales of amateur detectives like Charlaine Harris’s Aurora Teagarden, a librarian turned real estate agent who’s forever stumbling on foul deeds in her small town."
"Why do women often feel abashed about reading this domesticated kind of detective fiction — chiefly written by and about women — whereas those fans (male and female) of more violent thrillers by, say, Lee Child or David Baldacci never seem to feel the need to apologize?"
No more apologizing!