While I was on my trip, our tour guide, the marvelous Peter Dundon, would routinely ramble about anything and everything to do with historical Great Britain and Ireland. By routinely, I mean continuously, only stopping for the occasional gasp of air. He knew the age of every building, church, road, and wall. When we youngsters were teasing and laughing about
Peter’s incessant chatter about the epoch of every passing sight, one of the girls aboard stated, “Next thing we know, Peter is going to start chronologizing the trees!”. Right about that time, driving through Melrose, Scotland, we passed the Hanging Tree, which is where a very specific type of justice, known as Melrose Justice, was exacted. Peter then aged the Hanging Tree at 450-500 years. It made us all laugh really hard, because irony is the stuff from which life is made.
That was fairly unrelated to the point I was trying to make… I was trying to make it to this: Peter was so knowledgable on so many things… and while the stories of the castles and the little villages were interesting, the times when you could really tell that Peter was excited about the subject of his discourse were in the area of literature.
He talked about sooooooo many books that I had never even thought about reading. So I’ve started a reading list, or more of a list of authors whose works I would like to read. Since I like to buy books instead of getting them from the library, I went to mom and dad’s and pilfered all of the books from my list that mom had…
These should keep me busy for a few weeks at least! After these, here are the rest of the authors on my list:
I also wanted to share this super cute video of Howard, who, if your memory fails you, is my deaf boxer. He loves flashlights and I got a video of him and daddy having a little male bonding time… He will dig in the carpet to find the light, and even try to gnaw on the floor! I hope you think my big, drooling beast is as precious as I do!