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Monday, March 23, 2015

come on let's crawl, gotta crawl, gotta crawl, to the ugly bug ball

The last couple of books I've read to the kids have been Agatha Christie mysteries--Willa whines about how she doesn't understand them, which probably means she'll develop such an aversion to them that she'll refuse to read them when she gets older, but the joke will be on her, because she'll just be robbing herself of a delightful genre of books.  Agatha Christie is a beast and I love her.  We just got done with Cat Among the Pigeons, and the previous one was A Murder is Announced.  Great stories, both of them.  After the first one Grant said, "We should just read Agatha Christies from now on," and I was like, this is what I've been trying to say!  I've tried for years to get them to read Agatha Christie, but they were all into Ranger's Apprentice and Percy Jackson and whatnot, so finally I just took matters into my own hands.  I can't decide which one to do next.  I also might read them some of the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency books, because they are great.

I read Look at the Birdie a couple of weeks ago and loved it so much I tracked it down and bought it.  It was like Kurt Vonnegut channeled Ray Bradbury, or vice versa.  I loved it, even though it made me sad all over again that Ray Bradbury is dead.

I am in such despair about my stupid guitar life.  I am terrible at the guitar, and now my teacher is wanting me to play a song all in barre chords and I can't make it sound decent for the life of me, and it's just really hard to be agile-minded about it all.

1 comments:

tipsybaker said...

I read and collected Agatha Christie paperbacks as a teenager. I had dozens. I haven't reread them since, but you are making me think I should. A beast. I like a beast.