Please go to The Denver Tea Room blog and give me some ideas for books for our Book Lovers Tea Salon. You might even win some yummy tea and I'll love you forever. Well, I already love you forever-:).
Finished Up at the Villa a couple of night ago. I like Maugham and had not read this one. I liked it very much. Some people don't care for his writing style as it seems to sit back and watch the characters. But I really enjoy him. I'm about halfway through his biography, given to me at Christmas, by my sister.
I'm working my way through this one (500 pages), and I'm really enjoying it. It is the second in a trilogy by Sharon Kay Penman about Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitane. Lots of political plots and personal vendettas. If it were only that, I shouldn't like it. But she writes her characters so well and they do come to life for the reader.
On deck for reading in the near future: The House Next Door by Anne River Siddons (an old one I've always wanted to read), and Sea Change by Karen White (new release).
I've had a very busy and noisy two weeks. When I wanted silence, I retreated to my office and curled up with my book. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't read.
Today at the tea room, I was straightening up the countertop and came across a recipe scribbled on a notepad. I had to stop and do a double take and wonder when my mother had written out the recipe. Turns out the handwriting belongs to my sister.
Her penmanship, while lamentable and illegible, looks so much like my late mother's. And then to add to that, the recipe was on a notepad decorated with roses. My mother always used stationery with roses on it.
For a split second, my heart hurt. And then I smiled because my mother managed to pass down a little bit of herself through her daughter. It was a nice thought.
Welcome! I blogged on Little Ruthie for 7 years but felt it was time for a change. So I hope you join me here.
I was raised on the New Mexico Plains and left as soon as I could. After 17 years in Los Angeles, my former big band leader husband, moved us back to the plains and turned his musical interests to Cowboy/Western swing.
This time I'm in Colorado. I ask myself how I got here. Again.
But our son is thriving and even though I miss the city and L.A. specifically, I'm rediscovering things about semi-rural life that I once enjoyed and forgot. One day I'll walk down a Paris street and order a cup of coffee in French. But until then, this is the right place to be.