The photos: go live on Instagram as I take 'em and appear here in digest form once per week. Or twice, when I'm catching up. Sometimes thrice, like this week, but I swear it'll never be more than that.
Wait, who's this golden lab? Where's Murchie???
He makes his debut alongside THE SAINT by Tiffany Reisz, a highly anticipated June release I had to bump to the side while I finished my Hugo reading. I loved the book, as I expected I would, and Buster proved an excellent model. Thanks, Buster!
Country living provides one with less listening time than does the city, mainly because there are fewer places to walk to. (We're talking about the Manitoban country here. It's full of straight gravel roads and fields with enormous "No Trespassing" signs. Not nearly as interesting as, say, the mountainous country, or the heavily forested country, or the seaside country.) Still, I got through a little more than half of EMERALD GREEN by Kerstin Gier with Buster at my side. Look how nicely he laid his head beside my iPod. What a pro.
Buster and I rounded our time together with THE ADORNED by John Tristan, an impulse buy I fell for after the two-chapter sample on Kobo and--you guessed it--immediately had to put aside while I finished my Hugo reading. It proved the sort of book that sneaks up you; very good, until the moment when it becomes unputdownable. I was sorry to leave this world.
Buster didn't quite agree with me. While he let me position my e-reader between his paws, he spent most of my actual reading time hounding me to lay it aside and come play tennis with him.
Come to think of it, that was his modus operandi the whole time I was with him. Books; no. Tennis and walkies; yes!!!!!
Photogenic Buster may be, but he's not nearly as pleasant a reading companion as my own wee Murchie.
Speaking of whom...
Murchie's back! Or, more accurately, I'm back. I promptly cornered the little guy on his sheep-shaped pillow and snapped a picture of him beside TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD by Harper Lee.
It was a tough one. He tried to run, but I cleverly sat on his doggie stairs so he couldn't get away. [insert villainous laughter] He lay back on the sheep; I got the shot. Nobody came off worse for wear.
This is the first time I've read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. All my friends experienced it during Grade Ten English, but I was in Honours and Honours apparently meant fewer books. We read two novels, one play, and a bunch of essays, short stories, and poetry, compared to the regular class's syllabus of five or six novels and a whole pile of shorter material.
At the time, I wasn't too bothered about this. Nowadays, I feel cheated. Stupid Honours English. We'd spend for frickin' ever discussing each book, too, which is why we read so few of them. To this day, I can't abide bookish discussions that go on longer than a week or so. It's probably why I'm not particularly good at fandom or group reads.
Buddy reads, on the other hand, are right up my alley. In fact, I attempted to buddy read TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD with Terri of Terri Talks Books and Nat of In Spring it is the Dawn. It didn't work out on my end because I disliked the book (and I absolutely refuse to be ashamed of that), but I'm sure the two of them will enjoy talking about it once they've both finished.
Next week: who knows? We're all caught up now, so anything at all could happen. Maybe Murchie will turn into a professional dog model overnight. Maybe my photography skills will improve so much that his tendency to turn his head at exactly the wrong moment won't matter. Maybe I'll read nothing at all, leaving me with little choice but to share random photos of trees (I love trees). Come back on Sunday to find out!