Another day...

Today, Mom and I rearranged my room a bit so that I could have better access to the north side of my bed.  The cats tried very hard to help, but their help left much to be desired.  I will take pictures later and try to post them.

I finished reading the book Nightwoods by Charles Frazier.  He is the same guy who wrote Cold Mountain, which I read several years ago.  I thought Cold Mountain was the most depressing shit I had read since I'd read The Pearl back in eighth grade.  My sister in law had checked Nightwoods out of the library, and thought I might like  to read it before her.  I wasn't too keen on it because of the lack of enjoyment I got from reading Cold Mountain.  It was okay, though.  Not something that made my blood dance and stars to circle around in my eyes.  I thought it was very jumbled--it kept hopping from one point of view to another and from the present to the past and back again.  The author never tells us what caused the kids to be so fucked up--though it is obviously something their stepfather did to them.  Probably something sexual.  I liked the main character for the most part. 

The  thing I most disliked about the book was the author's lack of concern for standardized punctuation.  He apparently shows his scorn for the English language by refusing to put his dialogue in standard quotation marks.  So you never really know if this is what they are saying or what they are thinking or if it is just authorial blather. 

If I were to grade it, I would give the character of Luce a B and the rest of the book a C-.

And since I am speaking of books, in my three weeks of despair and hopelessness during which I didn't post, I read two books, also books my sister in law checked out of the library.  The first one was One Second After, by William R. Forstchen.  This book is from one of my favorite genres--Post Apocalyptic fiction--and it was okay.  The one gripe I have about it is that it is really just an updated version of Alas, Babylon, which I read in high school and is one of those books that I have read numerous times.   If I felt like it, I could do a comparison of the characters and plots in the two books that would mesh in numerous ways.  I don't feel like it, however.  Maybe some day when I feel like flexing my academic brain cells, I will.

I also read A Stolen Life by Jaycee Dugard.  That was just sad.  It made me want to find and SLLOOOOWLY murder the man who kidnapped her and raped her repeatedly and relentlessly for years.  Son of a bitch.  I'd like to give him the death of a thousand cuts. 

That's about all I have to say about my recent reading habits.

I've been making doll sweaters out of Christmas socks, and I'd like to sell some of them--I can make two or three in an evening of TV watching.  I made two tonight while watching Ghost Hunters.  My Marley Wentworth dolls, my LeeAnn dolls, and my Kish Chrysallis doll can all wear these sweaters and look very cute in them.  I think a person could also sweat a coordinating ribbon loop onto them and use them as Christmas tree decorations.  I'd dearly love to sell some of them.  I'm wondering if $10 would be too much to ask.  I wouldn't want to see them for less than $8 because it is very putzy work...and the stockings are usually between $3-5 a pair. 

Here are my three darling baby kities sharing the window.  There was a squirrel out there, so all three tails were twitching like pendelums.