Carl V. at Stainless Steel Droppings captured the essecense of the Art of Seduction in his blog on Tuesday. (Can you hear Anjin moaning in the background at the sight of my wish list growing even longer?)
Bybee's stroll down memory lane to Mrs. Lemmon's classroom brought to mind my favorite librarian, who would read to us each day from a variety of books. Although my brother would tell you we named our family dog in a shortened form of Happy Puppy, it was really after my favorite dog in Harry Cat's Pet Puppy by George Selden. I used to day dream about getting locked in the library after night much like the girls in Eth Clifford's novel Help! I'm a Prisoner in the Library. Just a couple of the favorites she read to us.
How could I pass up the opportunity to dive into some of those nonfiction books that have been collecting dust in my TBR room? Joy offers the perfect opportunity to do just that through the Non-Fiction Five Challenge which will take place this year between the months of May through September. Now to decide which of my many nonfiction books to read . . .
During my regular blog browsing, two books in particular caught my attention this week and were quickly added to my wish list (I am sure there were more, but my memory is not what it used to be): The Inheritance of Loss by Kiran Desai, reviewed by Book Diva at Book Diva's Reviews and News and Candide by Voltaire, reviewed by Orange Blossom Goddess at The Library Ladder.
For those who expressed their concern and well wishes to my dog, thank you! We made a run for the vet (a new one that came highly recommended by a friend--I'm dumping the old one as I've been very unhappy with him for awhile now) this morning because he'd completely removed the hair from part of his arm and a big giant gash was right there for the world to see. It's now wrapped up and he's gotten his first dose of antibiotics. The doctor considered stitches but wisely guessed that my four legged friend wouldn't tolerate them long. The bite marks on his poor little ear were starting to swell. Why the first vet didn't think to put him on antibiotics initially, I do not know, but I am glad we seem to have caught it in time. (photo of my boy, 2005)
I am going to curl up on the couch and read a little of Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayers now, I think.