In Serious Need Of Comfort Books
We are going to the library tomorrow. I need a game plan. All the books I have out right now are far too ambitious for my shell-shocked brain. (I can’t even read Gaiman’s Fragile Things, that’s how bad it is)
I can’t even come up with a list for myself, that’s how pitiful I am!
So I poked around on Ye Olde Internets and came up with a starting point. This is the sort of things I’m in the mood for. Here’s my list (to start)
* Louisa May Alcott (some of her other books, not Little Women, which I just reread last year)
* Laura Wilder books (On the Banks of Plum Creek, or maybe The Long Winter…)
* The Secret Garden
* maybe something like Agatha Christie or Sherlock Holmes
* A Prayer for Owen Meany
* a big stack of Roald Dahl
* lighter classics (Oscar Wilde, perhaps?)
I’m also thinking of going to the YA section and pulling down some old favorites.
Anything I should add to the list? Please tell me your favorite comfort books!
In other news, after a chiropractic appointment, car-shop appointment, and physical therapy appointment, I can say that none of the damage is too severe (to either me or the car) but work must be done on both bodies. Car needs a new bumper and maybe some body straightening. I need some body straightening and could probably use a new bumper myself, now that you mention it…
My PT also recommended that after all my treatments, I find a Pilates class. He said I’m amazingly flexible (thank you!) but need strengthening for my back (aw, shoot). So, I’m going to look for something hopefully in my neighborhood.
Tiger Lily is sleeping a lot (so is everybody else) and being very cute (so is everybody else). I’m going to the pet food store tomorrow to get enticing favorites. Now, if only I knew what those enticing favorites were… (picky kitties…)
Feeling better today. My back feels less like it’s on fire and more like someone poured warm syrup all over it. This is a good thing, contrary to how that sounds…