The Adventure of Peeps: Part IV

OK, so it’s Wednesday and not Sunday. I’m bad. I admit it. But here is the next installment of the story, better late than never. For the first part of the story, click here.

“Because there’s a party in the forest tonight and I want to look my best! Say,” said the toad. “Do you want to go to the party with me? You would look quite elegant in your thick fur, if you tidied up a bit.” Peeps’s usually beautiful coat was matted and full of leaves and twigs from her mad dash through the woods.

“But I need to find my way home!” cried Peeps.

“Of course,” said the toad. “The party is for Old King Fisher. If anyone can help you get home again, it’s the king. Come with me and we’ll ask for his help.”

It was agreed. Peeps would accompany the toad to the party and he would speak to the king on her behalf. While Peeps cleaned her fur, the toad hopped into the woods and when he returned, he was carrying some evening primroses. He tied the yellow flowers next to Peeps’s ear with a bright blue ribbon. “Now you are a vision of beauty, Madam Cat. Let us go dancing!”

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Naughty, Naughty

I read an ad in the newspaper about a used bookstore that was going out of business. They were selling their books at $5 per bag. How could we resist such a temptation? Naturally, we went and we spent. Then we went back the next day. And I, along with my friend K—, went back again a third time.

At only $5 per bag, I could afford to get not just the obviously good books, but anything that looked even mildly interesting. And that’s what I did. The books were already somewhat picked-over and the place was a mess, but it was fun poking around. I still believe that there may be some overlooked gems in that store, so I may go back one final time later this week (alas for the GLP!).

Here is a list of the books (and tapes) that I bought… Continue reading

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More Marple

The Mirror Crack’d (a.k.a. The Mirror Crack’d from Side to Side) by Agatha Christie
Grade: A-

The new world was the same as the old. The houses were different, the streets were called Closes, the clothes were different, the voices were different, but the human beings were the same as they always had been. And though using slightly different phraseology, the subjects of conversation were the same.

In The Mirror Crack’d, Miss Marple has gotten much older. She doesn’t get out as much as she used to, and she needs someone to look after her at home, but her mind is as keen as ever. Though the world has changed around her, human nature is still the same, and Miss Marple knows a thing or two about human nature… Continue reading

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A Question of Hygiene

Mouthwash

Would you rinse your mouth with this?

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One Year and Counting

Exactly one year ago, my Faithful Reader and I got married. We had no idea, as we vowed to support each other through thick and thin, that our duo was about to become a trio, and that things were going to get very thick, particularly my waist. Our honeymoon year has consequentially been a little stressful, and sometimes our marriage has taken a back burner to parenthood, but I hope you know, Faithful Reader, that I love you and that I’m happy with our life together. Other people might not think a one-year anniversary is particularly exciting, but I’m proud of the way we’ve stuck together, and I never take it for granted. Thanks for spending this year with me.

Happy Anniversary!

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On With the Marplethon

The Moving Finger by Agatha Christie
Grade: B

The title of this novel is, of course, a reference to the poem by Omar Khayyam,

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

The Moving Finger is one of the books that I purchased at the Westerly book sale. I was disappointed to find after reading a few pages that I had read it before (which means I must have another copy of it kicking around somewhere, darnit). But I was lucky in that I didn’t remember whodunit, so it was a mystery until the end, the way it was supposed to be.

The plot is simple. Jerry Burton, injured in a plane crash, rents a house in the countryside where he hopes to recuperate in peace. His sister, Joanna, accompanies him. Once there, they receive a vicious anonymous letter. Soon they find out that most of the villagers have received similar letters. It all seems more annoying than harmful until people start dying. Can they discover the identity of the poison pen before there’s another victim?

The biggest problem with this Marple mystery was that Miss Marple didn’t make an appearance until page 142 of this 200 page book. Honestly, I don’t know why Christie bothered to put Miss Marple in the story at all. I also didn’t like the first-person narrative (I almost never do) and I found the ending rather abrupt. Overall, I’d call The Moving Finger readable but not worth the time unless you’re a Christie fan. It is important to note, however, that the online reviews I found for this book were positive and some reviewers mentioned that Christie herself considered it a favorite.

My favorite quote from the book:

I like walking at night. Nobody stops you and says silly things, and I like the stars, and things smell better, and everyday things look all mysterious.—spoken by the character named Megan

Phrases I hadn’t seen before:

all of a heap: 1. amazed or 2. suddenly.

crock up: to suffer a nervous breakdown

seed cake: old-fashioned cake containing caraway seeds

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The Adventure of Peeps: Part III

I am so tempted to backdate this post so it looks like I wrote it yesterday, but I just can’t lie like that. Here is the Sunday Stories post with my apologies for being late again. For the first part of the story, click here.

Peeps focused on the small creature before her. A champion mouser of great repute (at least among her fellow cats), Peeps was ever ready for new prey. It had big eyes and spotted, warty skin and it was wearing a bright blue scarf. She didn’t know what kind of mouse it was, but she wasn’t about to let it get away. She raised her paw, ready to knock the creature senseless and gobble it up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” cautioned the creature.

“Why not?” said Peeps, starting to salivate at the thought of dinner.

“For one thing, I’m the only creature in the woods that can help you this evening.”

Peeps thought that was unlikely, and even if true, she was in desperate need of some comfort food.

“And for another,” said the creature, “I’m a toad, and do you know what toads do when you bite them?”

Peeps shook her head.

“They excrete a poisonous and foul-tasting liquid,” he lectured. “If you bite me, you’ll regret it.”

No mouse had ever talked to Peeps like that. Usually they just squeaked in fright as she batted them around. She looked closely at the so-called toad and slowly realized (for she was not the fastest thinker), that it had neither fur nor tail. It was not at all mouselike. She decided not to kill it, at least not yet. She lowered her paw and asked, “Why are you wearing a scarf?”

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13 Down

I have to confess that I started the Marple Marathon (or should it be called a “Marplethon”?) early. It was about 11:30 p.m. on the eve of the 15th when I actually started the first book. I hope you won’t hassle me over a half an hour. I wanted to read a little bit before sleep and was between books. It just made sense to get started on the Marple book.

The Tuesday Club Murders by Agatha Christie
Grade: A

The Tuesday Club Murders is a collection of 13 short stories featuring Miss Jane Marple. The overall format for each story (except one) is the same. A group of people gather socially and decide to play amateur sleuth together. In turn, they each tell a story about a mystery to which they know the outcome. Then each of the others puts forth a theory based on their own personal experience. It is Miss Marple, with her intimate knowledge of village life and human nature, who always solves the mystery, earning her the esteem of the former head of Scotland Yard. Within that framework, Christie manages to keep the stories fresh and different from one another, no small feat… Continue reading

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Tomorrow

Tomorrow must be the most wonderful day, both fun-filled and productive. Too bad by the time I get to it, it has already turned into today.

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Ooopsy Sundays

I’m not surprised that recent Sundays have been lacking Sunday Stories posts, but there’s really no excuse for it. I will try to do better in the future.

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