Summer Reading

So I've indulged my summer by reading a lot.  Without classes this semester, I've been able to catch up on quite a few paperbacks.  I've finised the Immortal series (City of Ashes et al).  I hear there is a fourth book, so I'm a little excited. I've finished Paolini's trilogy, which will now become a series since he couldn't squish everything into the third book (his own admission).  Looking forward to that fourth book.

I'm still waiting on PC & Kristin Cast to allow their last couple of books to go into paperback for their teen vamp series.  I could check them out from the library, but all those teens are ahead of me on the waiting list!   I'll also have to make sure the Last Apprentice doesn't have another paperback/book in case 6 wasn't enough for me of super scary bogeymen & women!  I have to admit that Joseph Delaney knows how to write a seriously scary story.  The illustrations tend to add to the fright level.

I'm contemplating re-reading the Twilight series.  Not because I liked it.  Truly, Meyer doesn't really know how to write well, still by the 4th book she had improved somewhat.  No, I'd like to re-read it for the literary value (whatever might be found) and see how it fits into the teen scene with other books like Harry Potter, the Last Apprentice and others.   Teens seem to be into supernatural and scary, more so than the sci-fi/fantasy of my teenage years.  It's an interesting trend.  Definitely something to investigate.

At some point I'll also be delving into my past and reading some classics.  Dickens, Hardy, Alcott, Cooper.

The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads,
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap--

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of midday to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
Whit a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them name.
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Dunder and Blixem!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
SO up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys--and St. Nicholas too.

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundles of toys was flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight--

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

(original wording--"Account of a Visit from St. Nicholas" 12/23/1823 Troy Sentinel. This included the original Dutch names of Dunder and Blixem.  In a later version, Moore used Donder and Blitzen.--per the Note in the Marshall Cavendish Corporation Editon)

Updating My Library

I went through 2 of my 4 official bookshelves yesterday and added my existing books to Library Thing. (See my side bar flash through books) I have two more book shelves of my science fiction, education, childrens, and mystery books. Many of the books currently listed are old.

I have a full set of serial Charles Dickens with no date and no publisher listed. I was told 15 years ago these were probably sold door to door or through catalogs. Interestingly, I have two other collections that look like serials, but they have the missing information. Most of these collections date from before 1950. I also have a few books from the late 1890's. I still kick myself for missing that McGuffy's Primer from the 1850's for $3!

As I was scrolling through many of the books looking for my publisher, publication date and material(hardcover, paperback, leather), I found many people had entered erroneous information or have a slightly different edition from the one I held in my hand. I even found one of my serials with ? pub. date that I was able to fill in for my library.

Enjoy!

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

I was young when I first read this book. It was engaging and not boring like older books might be in my mind. My grandmother had read the book as a girl and she asked me if I cried when Beth died (sorry to those who haven't read it). I think every young girl cries at that point. I would think others would cry when Jo opens the door to find Mr. Baer.

This story is about a young family of mom and 4 girls who try to survive in the north during the Civil War. They have little enough to live on, their father having lost everything in his investments and then having to go off to war. They need to provide for themselves, both for food and entertainment. Their mother goes off to help the less fortunate and when typhoid hits, the daughters take care of those families, Beth especially.

As they grow, we learn about each of their strenghts. Meg the mother, Beth the peacekeeper, Jo the writer and Amy the socialite. We meet their neighbor, the elder Mr. Lawrence and his nephew Laurie. We read about the "upper crust" and the cruelty of not having enough money to fit in. We share their triumphs, enjoy their plays and cry at the heartbreaks.

This timeless classic is written in such a way that Alcott leads you to believe it could take place in any time and in any country. Readers bond with the characters and want to be their friends. In the end, for the unsuspecting reader, there is joy that a sequel was written in the form of Little Men. Of course, the reader then must re-read Little Women.