Repeats

I love books. I own a lot of them, but I don’t have a lot of shelf space. You’d think, then, that I’d have only one copy of each book. Not so. Repeats abound in my library. Here are some of them:

Four Copies

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J.K. Rowling: I have a softcover copy from my friend Sprite, who introduced me to this wonderful series. I also have a hardcover copy to match the rest of the series. My husband gave me French and Spanish versions. Believe it or not, I read most of the French version. The vocabulary level was just about right for a high-school French student, so I was able to get along pretty well. I enjoy having the occasional foreign-language book in my library.

Three Copies

Heidi by Johanna Spyri: I bought the first one so that I could revisit a childhood favorite, but it didn’t strike quite the chord with me that it had when I was a kid. I started to wonder if the translation was part of the reason. I then bought two more versions to see how different they might be, and boy, were they different! Someday I hope to read those two (as well as another version on my Kindle) and decide on a winner. Whether I do or not, that strange experiment at least proved that my leeriness of translations is totally justified!

The Hobbit by J.R.R.Tolkien: I have a pretty copy with illustrations by Alan Lee and I have an annotated version. I also have Bilbo le hobbit, which is a French-language version (“Dans un trou vivait un hobbit. . . .”) I want to read this version, but since I couldn’t get past the first few pages at a time when I was actively studying French, I doubt I ever will. I don’t want to let it go, though.

Two Copies

The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge: I have two softcover versions of this book: one that’s old and falling apart, and one that’s fairly new but lackluster in appearance. Neither copy is quite satisfactory. I would like to get a collector’s edition (if such a thing exists) or at least a decent hardcover copy.

The Secret Garden by Francis Hodgson Burnett: The copy that I inherited from my aunt is still in readable condition, and I love the Tasha Tudor illustrations, so I really had no reason to buy another copy. But I found one languishing at the library’s use book shop. It was so bright and nicely sized, and the illustrations (by Graham Rust) were pretty good. I felt sorry for the book. How could such a great book be sitting there unwanted and unloved? I brought it home with me. In retrospect I realize that I might have deprived some young girl of a great book. Sorry! But I’d do it over again. Yes, I would. The Secret Garden was not meant to go unread! I also have a version on my Kindle, just in case I’m ever stuck somewhere and have a sudden desire to read it. I’m not including that version in my count, though, since it doesn’t take up shelf space.

The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum: I have an old copy that I inherited from my aunt and a new annotated version. While I think annotated versions are interesting, they are not typically good reading copies, so none of them is ever going to be my sole copy of a book.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare: I technically have two copies of this play because it is contained in The Yale Shakespeare, which I bought for reference purposes. But the Yale is big and unwieldy, good for research but not for leisure reading. My individual copy of A Midsummer Night’s Dream is compact. It is also utterly gorgeous, thanks to the Arthur Rackham illustrations. It may not be a first edition, but it’s a beautiful one and worth owning for that reason alone.

The Odyssey by Homer: Who but an English professor would have two copies of The Odyssey? Me! I have a verse translation which I bought for a college class. I also have a prose version that my friend Sprite gave to me. That version is one of those books that you just love to look it. And when you look at it, you have to pick it up and run your hand across the green cover with it’s blue wavelike swirls. I haven’t read it yet, but you can be sure I will.

Do you have any repeats in your library?

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This Morning’s Thoughts

  • I hate ticks.
  • I really hate ticks.
  • I’m amazed we manage to get Marshall to the school bus every morning given how slow both my husband and I are to get out of bed, how slow the kids are to get dressed, and how good socks are at hiding just when you need them.
  • How did I manage to get so addicted to coffee again?
  • I’m so glad I can read just for my own enjoyment again. I had been looking for a good book quote to use in a special-request freelance puzzle, and that meant I had to do a lot of reading. But I finally found the right quote and now I can relax.
  • I prefer a cool, rainy day to a hot, hot, hot day.
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Short Spider Book

SHORT SPIDER BOOK

by Marshall

The spiders need to get food. They eat the food. They go outside and there’s food outside for them. They ate bugs and graham crackers from a tree.

They ate a TV, but that didn’t taste good. The cord has electricity in it. They touched the cord, and they broke it, and the electricity might come out.

The TV might be broken. Daddy’s going to use his tools. He’s going to fix it. He’s going to shoot the spiders.

They ate the gate and they forget it’s not good.

We can make a spider web, a big, giant spider web. But we need two more cushions.

We catch the spiders, and we put them outside. We give them food and graham crackers and bugs. And now they will stay outside.

THE END

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SITY: It’s Raining, It’s Pouring

In honor of this weekend’s very rainy weather, I offer you some photos from a wet day earlier this month.

Wet Day 1

More Fiddleheads

Wet Day 3

Wet Violets

Wet Day 5

Really, Really Wet Violet

Wet Day 6

Trees Reflected in a Puddle (Photo by Marshall)

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Knock, Knock

Marshall: Knock, knock!

Me: Who’s there?

Marshall: It’s me!

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Darkover Roundup

I had better tell you about the Darkover books I finished recently, while they’re still somewhat fresh in my mind.

The Bloody Sun
Grade: B+

The Bloody Sun is the story of Jeff Kerwin, a Terran orphan who feels drawn to Darkover, certain that it is the place where he will find the key to his unknown past. I like the book. I sometimes think, though, that MZB did not always know how to go to where the story was. That is to say, while Jeff’s story is OK, the full story of his parents (covered briefly in this book) could have been a lot more interesting. This book is related to a lot of the others in the series, and I consider it required reading for anyone interested in Darkover. I will be keeping it for that reason.

The Spell Sword
Grade: B

The Spell Sword is the story of how Terran Andrew Carr, who crashes in the mountains of Darkover, finds his way to a Darkovan estate and learns to use his native psi powers. This story is referred to in several other Darkover books, most notably The Forbidden Tower, so you don’t need to read this one in order to know what happened, and the writing’s not that great. In other words, skip this one and it’s no loss. I will not be keeping it.

The Shattered Chain
Grade:  A-

Once upon a time SF was written primarily by men and for men. But then women liked it, too. And what’s more, they could write it! MZB may not have been the first female SF writer or the best, but she must have been one of the earliest to see mainstream success. Many of her books are female-centric, which is great and still seems to me a bit of a novelty.

The Shattered Chain is the first of a trilogy about the Guild of Renunciates (a.k.a. Free Amazons). The Renunciates have rights that other Darkovan women do not, but at a price. They have to renounce their fathers and their families, and all the protections normally accorded to women in their patriarchal society. They must fend for themselves.

With Magdalen Lorne (a Terran) and Jaelle n’ha Melora (a Darkovan) as her main characters, Bradley explores the commonality of women in different cultures, focusing particularly on the types of chains that women wear, from the solid ones that men force on women in some cultures, to the invisible chains that women in “freer” cultures unconsciously put on themselves. While heavy-handed and sometimes plodding, The Shattered Chain is also, even all these years later, awesomely feminist. I can’t help but love it.

Thendara House
Grade: B

Same as above, but a little more plodding. It’s worth getting through so you can read the next book in the trilogy, City of Sorcery.

City of Sorcery
Grade: A–

City of Sorcery is the third book in the trilogy of the Renunciates. Don’t let its cheesy title scare you off. It does get a little silly at points, but mostly it’s an action-packed story about kick-ass women who scale gigantic mountains and follow one another loyally through conditions that would make most of us wet our pants. I definitely like this book more now that I’m older, probably because I’m so close in age to the main characters. Highly recommended for middle-aged women who would love to go on a wild adventure and kick some ass.

Sharra’s Exile
Grade: B+

Sharra’s Exile is (I think) a retelling of The Sword of Aldones, which wasn’t that great. It is also a sequel to The Heritage of Hastur, which I liked very much. It continues the story of Regis Hastur and Lewis Alton and their involvement with the Sharra matrix. But it is, IMHO, another example of MZB not knowing quite where the story was. I think she spent too much time on back story and Darkovan politics (yawn), and too little time on the real action. It was also, in the aggregate, a negative story. I would not keep it were it not part of a two-in-one edition that includes The Heritage of Hastur.

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Liviaspeak

Dear Livia,

You have an amazing vocabulary. Seriously, you amaze me with the number of words you know, and even with the number of words you can say. It’s too bad, though, that your pronunciation can’t keep up with your vocab. You’re only two, so it’s really not your fault! But it is difficult for all of us when we can’t understand you, and it happens often. Part of the problem is that you use the H sound to represent at least five different sounds: Ch, H, K, P, and T. Sometimes when you say an incomprehensible word, I find myself running through the alphabet, trying to guess which letter you really mean. It’s frustrating for all of us. But don’t worry, Noodle. It won’t last forever.

Meanwhile, we’ve deciphered some of your special language. Here is a sample.

  • Dada = Marshall
  • Daddy = Daddy
  • didi = diaper, or baby
  • dig boom = big spoon (you don’t like kiddie spoons, so you ask for dig booms)
  • dit you wap = sit in your lap
  • dunnies = undies, or bunnies
  • dye = bye
  • hapstih = Chapstick
  • ho = pillow
  • hot ga = hot dog
  • hotty = potty
  • howl = towel
  • hoy = toy
  • hurn lie on = turn the light on
  • ohay = okay

Love,

Mom

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Metamorphoses

Dear Kids,

When I was a child your grammie used to tuck me into a “cocoon” at bedtime. She tucked the blankets under me, from head to toe, so that I was as snug as a bug in a rug. She told me that I’d turn into a butterfly. This is one of the few things that I remember from my childhood, so it is precious to me.

One night I decided to try cocooning on Marshall. He loved it, and Livia caught on quickly, too. Now it is part of our nighttime ritual, but the game has grown in complexity. Not only do you get tucked into cocoons, but you’re also allowed to choose colors and special designs for your butterfly selves. I sprinkle on most colors with pretend paint that I pull out of my pockets, but there are some special colors, too. Rainbow colors are created with intense tickling. Blue has to be blown on (and you think it’s the funniest thing when I blow on your toes or up your shirt!). You turn red if I toss you up in the air and you hit a “red cloud.” As for designs, I make polka dots by poking you (of course!) and stripes by brushing them on with my fingers. Right now Marshall always chooses red, and he always pretends that his toe has missed the red cloud, because he wants to be tossed into the air again (which I refuse to do—one toss is all you get!). Livia always chooses to be a blue butterfly with polka dots and stripes.

I try to enjoy this constantly evolving game as much as I can, because I know that it won’t last forever. It will fade away, just like the old armor game that we used to play when it was cold and you wore footie pajamas to bed. But you never know. Maybe you’ll want to be butterflies for years to come, and I hope you do. My mother must have cocooned me many times for me to remember all these years later.

Speaking of your grammie, I told her that I cocoon you at night. She laughed and said it was desperation that drove her to invent the game. Hah! I suspect that’s something you’ll learn when you have children of your own—kids are amazing and so much fun, but you  really needs a lot of imagination and energy to keep them entertained! Cocooning works, so let’s make it a family tradition. Cocoon your kids and then they’ll cocoon theirs, and on and on—generation after generation of beautiful butterflies.

Love,

Mom

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Favorite Thing: Being a Mom

I don’t really have any nicknames to speak of, just a shortened version of my given name that friends sometimes use. I had other nicknames once upon a time, but the people that called me by them are no longer in my life. It is sad.

But there is a wonderful name by which two little people call me every day. They call me Mommy.

If you had told me ten years ago that I’d have two children, I probably would have laughed in your face. I still sometimes wake up with that feeling of living in someone else’s life. It’s a strange feeling.

But it’s so wonderful to have little ones to read to, to tuck in at night, and to tickle. There is so much to love about them, and so much to marvel at. Marshall makes up songs and sings them at the top of his lungs. Livia jumps from the dresser to the bed with terrifying abandon and beautiful grace. I am proud and thankful to be their Mommy. It is my most Favorite Thing.

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Way Up Close

Sometimes I like to crop the heck out of a picture, just to see how it will look.

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