Over the moon

I'm tired, but content.
I've got great kids, a wonderful husband, good food to eat and a book to keep me up late at night. What more could a gal want?

Recent reads include:
Evelina, by Fanny Burney (I think this is one of my favourite novels.)
Cecelia, also by F. Burney (You know how sometimes you get to the end of a great book and wish it would continue? Well this is what it would be like if it did. It continues. And continues. For almost 1000 pages. Took me almost a week to get through!)
The Paradox of Choice, by Barry Schwartz. Interesting. I'm still only 1/2 way through, but already I can see the wisdom of being satisfied with "good enough" for things that really don't matter.
My Family and Other Animals, by Gerald Durrell. I picked this up at Value Village and found myself laughing out loud at several of his stories. Grabbed another of his from the library and was disappointed to find it contained more 'adult content'. Oh well.

The problem with reading classics to your children

The problem with reading classics to your children is that when you overhear them talking to their friends about the latest great book you are all reading the response is invariably, "Oh, I saw that movie! It was good!" (You think the movie was good? Try reading the book!)

At what point do my kids come to question why it seems to be that everyone else pops in the DVD instead of cracking open a tome? Thankfully, not yet anyway.