Syd’s birthday and Christmas are coming. He wants books. I am a happy mom. (But too lazy to look up links for all the stuff that follows.)
I know I want to get him the Greens cookbook. I know I want to get him some Dickens, but I’m not sure which one. I haven’t read them all, by any stretch. I disliked A Tale of Two Cities when last I read it, but it took three trips through Great Expectations, two compulsory and one voluntary, for me to grow up enough to like it. Maybe David Copperfield or Nicholas Nickleby. I loved Bleak House, and I found it an interesting thing to reread Jane Eyre soon after. Opinions welcome on the subject.
I’m sure there will be books that jump out at me and say: This one! Syd will love me! This frees me from too much advance planning.
I also know I need to get the next book after The Lightning Thief for T. and me to read out loud. (He plans to give me further book in the series for Christmas. I am lucky!)
The trick is to get out of the bookstore without buying anything just for myself. And then finding some more time to read.
