This undomestic goddess finally finished grading research papers last week – all 100 or so of them. I figure I read about 620-720 pages of some good and some not-so-good research on “The Tell Tale Heart,” “The Yellow Wallpaper,” A Doll’s House, “The Swimmer,” and “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place.” Needless to say, once finished, I armed myself with some old movies and cheap sangria for the weekend. I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Dial M for Murder, and The Postman Always Rings Twice. I’ve seen all of these before, but it had been years. The Hitchcock, unsurprisingly, was by far my favorite of the three and actually one of my favorite Hitchcock movies as well. It’s quite ironic, as my own life in recent days has mirrored Tippy Hedron’s in The Birds. Yes, a mockingbird has been dive bombing me when I’m in my front yard. The past two days, he/she has tried four times. The first time I thought it was my imagination; there was only a swooshing noise and a small breeze at my back. However, the next three occasions were blatant and a little petrifying. I’ve been ducking to get to my car only when absolutely necessary.
Yesterday I had some last-minute university business to clear up and went to the library for the first time in years to get my library card and check out books. I was so excited. However, I was reasonable. I only check out six books. Then I promptly came home (just missing a wonderful thunderstorm) and read and finished The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella. I’m not much for chick lit, but I love her quirky, funny voice. This was a quick read, but I loved it. It was fun and light and just what I needed. The main character Samantha is a high-powered attorney, set to make partner, the youngest partner to date, at Carter Spink. The day she realizes this goal, however, is the same day she realizes she has made an awful mistake, a career-ending mistake. So she leaves the office, leaves her life, and gets on a train. She ends up in a small village with a roaring headache and knocks on the first door she sees. The woman inside mistakes her as a housekeeper from the agency she called and promptly takes Samantha inside. The book was funny, fun, romantic, and full of Bridget Jones moments.
Then, last night I started The Swan Thieves by Elizabeth Kostova – no, The Case of the Missing Book is still open. I couldn’t stand it anymore and picked up a copy at the library. I’ll post my review tomorrow as I just finished reading it this afternoon. I need to let my impressions set a bit before I delve into this review. Suffice it to say that I like her writing style very much. I’ll leave the rest for tomorrow.
Tonight, I think I’ll have a walk with Maddie, a bit more sangria, and a new book. Hmmm, which one? Probably a mystery. I need something else light after the 561-page brick I just finished. 🙂 What about you? What are you reading?