December 3, 2012 @ 4:50 pm | Filed under: On My Bookshelves
The other end of the doll shelf.
This morning I glanced out my bedroom window and thought for a moment that someone had put Christmas lights up in the big pine tree behind our back fence–a string of large orange lights, so pretty. Then I realized I was just seeing the blossoms of the Cape honeysuckle in front of the pine. (“Just.”) Now when I look, I can’t not see the lights. Guess our yard is going to do its own decorating this year.
Books we read today:
Big Bad Bunny
Hanna’s Christmas (Rilla picked it, I swear)
The Christmas Trolls
As the Crow Flies (love this book so much—crows, our favorite!)
My sweet friend Erica left flowers on my doorstep this morning. I brought them in here to keep me company while I’m working.
I’m given to understand a list of titles is mandatory for these shelf posts! From right to left, starting with the ones hidden by the flowers:
Memento Mori by Muriel Spark. Odd and wonderful. Mentioned here.
Carney’s House Party / Winona’s Pony Cart by Maud Hart Lovelace, in an edition extra-special to me
Apple of My Eye by Helene Hanff. Delicious.
The Betsy-Tacy Companion, a biography of Maud Hart Lovelace by Sharla Scannell Whalen. One of my treasures.
Tune: A Vanishing Point, a graphic novel by Derek Kirk Kim. (TBR.)
A Reader’s Delight and A Child’s Delight by Noel Perrin. I wrote about them here.
Housekeeping vs. The Dirt by Nick Hornby. Brought us much mirth here. Gift from Scott.
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbary. I never did finish it.
The Essays of E.B. White. Happy sigh. Another gift from Scott.
Working copies of a couple of my own books—they wind up all over the place.
Linnets and Valerians by Elizabeth Goudge. I see you’ve heard about most of these from me before. There are certain books I like to keep close at hand.
Little Witch by Anna Elizabeth Bennett.
Coleman by Monica Furlong, a sequel to Wise Child. I only made it about a third of the way through before life overtook me. Will finish eventually.
The sideways book with the red spine is a lovely little thing called Something for Christmas, a sweet mouse tale by Palmer Brown. The kind librarian who asked me to do a reading at her school fundraiser gave me two of Brown’s books, along with some other goodies, as a thank-you gift. I’d never seen them before—she said they were old favorites of hers, recently reissued by the New York Review Children’s Collection. Rilla and I enjoyed the other one, Cheerful, but we’ve been saving this one for Christmas.
And atop it, a tiny blank journal from To Boldy Fold, part of a subscription box I reviewed. I’m pondering how best to use it.