Having four whole days away from work was wonderful. There are just a lot of little things there right now that are perturbing, though I’m sure they’ll work themselves out soon.
On Wednesday evening I finished reading a couple of books. First, The Shakespeare Stealer by Gary Blackwood is the first of three books written about Widge, an orphan who ends up in the acting company Shakespeare wrote for and performed with through a series of misadventures. I stumbled across this book a few months ago while at the Red Balloon Bookshop for a reading and signing by Anne Ursu, and thought it would be good for my middle nephew’s birthday. He turned 9 nearly two weeks ago…I suppose I should get this in the mail to him! Whether or not Allen likes this, I’m planning to read the other novels about Widge eventually.
Second was Meg Cabot’s Size 12 Is Not Fat. I have loved everything I’ve read by Meg Cabot until this point, so I was really looking forward to her first mystery. It certainly wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t all that I was hoping for either. I’ll likely read the next in the series since I already own it, but if it’s not better than the first I’m not sure if I’ll continue past that.
On Thursday I read The Ritual Bath by Faye Kellerman. This was a recent group read for one of my online reading groups that I didn’t participate in, but the book caught my eye when I was at the library one day and I figured I might get around to checking it out. I’m so glad I did! I enjoyed the mystery, but even more I enjoyed learning a bit about (from what I gathered) Orthodox Judaism, and in particular what a yeshiva is. The Ritual Bath was written a little over 20 years ago, so I’m not sure if any of this information is dated, but it’s fascinating nonetheless and overall the book didn’t feel very dated. This is just the first of what is currently a 16-book series, and I can’t wait to read the next one.
On Saturday night I finally got around to watching a movie I’ve had from Netflix since March. Yeah, March. Sadly, the movie wasn’t worth the wait. It certainly had some critical aclaim, but Sherrybaby just left me feeling sad and dirty. I was glad I had a DVD from season 2 of Grey’s Anatomy to cheer me up afterwards.
Over the weekend I was also able to finish up a couple of pending projects, catch up with some TV I’ve been woefully behind on, and read most of another book. A few more 4-day weekends and I might be caught up with all kinds of things!