Monday, January 24, 2011

Reading a grown up book...

I’m joining in Maureen’s Taking care of Mama time this week
She has a lovely recipe for foot pampering that looks irresistable but I'm having to wait a little while to try this(only a little while I promise feet) as my girls are off school today with feverish colds.

But while they were having a quiet time by the stove this morning I sat down with them and while they read their own books..I read mine !!!! And actually managed to get absorbed in the story.... gosh that felt lovely...I actually read several chapters of a book that didn't have a happy ending ..well it did in a way but it was a Murder Mystery...in truth it was a little too modern and gritty for my taste but the feeling of actually concentrating and reading undisturbed for a while was bliss ..
Thanks Maureenxxxxx

The Book A Great Deliverance by Elizabeth George

5 comments:

  1. Good for you! I've recently gotten back into reading "grown up books" again...it's wonderful. Helps me feel like my brain is finally coming back after that postpartum fog, (which for me seems to last several years)!
    Thanks for joining in!
    xo maureen

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  2. Reading several chapters of a grown-up book, in one go, is the ultimate luxury for me. I used to read masses of books but I still haven't got back into fiction reading. (sadly shuffles away....)

    Enjoy your feet pampering!

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  3. Sounds like bliss. I only seem to manage big chunks of reading when I'm travelling or on holiday though I'm supposed to be taking part in a Virago reading challenge this week.

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  4. I have a lovely image of you snuggled up with your sniffly girls, sharing the space yet all involved in your own fantasy worlds.

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  5. Are you waiting on your foot pampering because of your injured foot/ankle? I hope you have more refreshing reading days.

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from an old gravestone

If you hold your nose to the Grindstone
and you leave it there long enough,
Then soon you'll say
there's no such things
as brooks that babble
and birds that sing,
these three will all your world compose,
just you, the stone and your poor old nose.

(from memory so may not be word perfect)