IF I HAVE TO READ A BOOK ABOUT THE BOOK I'VE JUST FINISHED READING, DOES THAT MEAN I SHOULD BE READING DIFFERENT BOOKS?

OK. Confession.

When all of my classmates in the Program of Liberal Studies ( the Great Books Program at Notre Dame) were reading Woolf and Tolstoy and Herodotus...I was reading Glamour Magazine and the latest Jackie Collins mass market paperback.

I decided to remedy that by revisiting some of the classic novels from the pantheon of literature, and I'm happy to report that I thoroughly enjoyed Les Mis, Don Quixote, and Moby Dick very much.

But Mrs Dalloway?

Mrs Dalloway and I had a bit of trouble. 

I really loved the book...truly, I did. But I felt like I was understanding about 7% of it. Surely, a 59-year old portly Spinster is capable of going deeper into a work of interiority and meaning, no?

Well, the YouTubes lead me to this book, so I'm hoping it gives me a good insight into all of the crap I missed or was just too emotionally immature to truly appreciate. 

(But I still really loved the novel.)

(In case you're wondering, I'm reading Of Human Bondage at the moment, so we've gone from a middle-aged housewife planning a party to a little boy with a club foot making his way through boarding school and examining the nature of Faith.)

(What could possibly confuse me about THAT?)

In other news, I haven't stitched since my surgery. I'm feeling a bit "banged up"...

Never fear, though. I am truly feeling a hankering to pick up needle and thread as soon as my third or fourth cup of damn good kicks in. 

(Or maybe I'll completely abandon my usual routine and just go right to the cold brew and not wait for the 3:00 hour.)

So that's the report from Hoosierville, Dearies. What do you suppose Stewey would have to say about my sudden interest in having a life of the mind? I can see him rolling his eyes now, and warning me not to get anything sticky on his Proust collection.

Happy Saturday! Yes...it's still hot enough to boil potatoes out there, so until this passes...I'm in a deep interiority of my own with the a/c and lots of water! (No sploshing until the stitches come out on the 21st, and then you'll find me sporting a full-on hazmat suit to do my old lady arm exercises in the early morning hours!)

Ciao for now! Do something fun and come tell me all about it!