Sunday, July 31, 2011
Fresh Food, Old Books.
I'm not (and never have been) the biggest fan of summer, as a season. The heat is not my friend. I do, however, heartily appreciate the fact that the heat makes things like this possible:
And an unexpected squee for today:
I should maybe explain that I have a stupid lingering suspicion about "classic" books. I didn't grow up reading older literature, for the most part (except when they made me in school, which gave it a sour taste), so the more antiquated language of all the things you're Supposed to Read isn't something I was ever accustomed to or had the patience for.
I'm getting better in my ever-advancing age, though, and earlier this year I finished and loved my very first Jane Austen book (Sense and Sensibility), so I was thrilled to really like the first paragraph of A Tale of Two Cities and find that Dickens, too, might be readable and enjoyable to me now.