My other hobby ...

Yes, I am a bookworm. And I'm afraid I've turned my kids into one, too! But that story's for another day.

I borrowed Dan Brown's Inferno a few days ago from our library. Granted that he is not the sharpest tool to begin with, but his first two books were at least entertaining. With this one, I think he just mailed it in and cashed his check. It was like reading a tour and art guide of Florence. You'd get lost and sometimes forget that there's a story buried there somewhere, too.

Imagine - Robert Langdon was running for his life, and he can still think about how that big bath tub near Rameses' obelisk should really go? Or that Hercules and Diomedes sculpture (that make college girls giggle with glee) also needed to go? Please.

Not even halfway (surprised I even reached almost halfway?) and I quit and moved on. Now I am happy. Happy. HAPPY.

With this.

Happy on a dreary dreary dreary day

Ah, New England. At your heart beats winter itself.

Since the cold is so reluctant to release its hold (and today has been another dreary day – yes, what’s new), I have had some time to indulge myself in my other great love – reading. I’ve been slogging through Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time, and I’ve just started Book 8. Lots of critics have slammed (and some are still at it!) books 7 – 10, but so far I’m loving the whole series. Nothing bad to say at all.

Probably much like photography: to hell what people think as long as the image speaks to you. And this books speaks very clearly to me.