Dragonfly in Amber (Outlander, Book 2)
Not many updates from me on the “book front” these days, but only because I have been kidnapped by the never-ending, Christmas-spirited, shopping-monster (aka my husband )
This is my husband’s favorite time of the year, and he quite literally turns into a character in one of those Disney-Christmas-specials (all jovial and excited, planning decorations, and Christmas capers). Considering we live in Florida, and that “White Christmas” feeling never really comes to fruition, it’s an even bigger job for us to get into the Christmas spirit.
In fact, here is one of my more recent Facebook “Status Updates”:
Husband says he’s tired of all the sand and heat. He wants a real TV Christmas where the weather outside is frightful, and there’s a fireplace, and we cook ham and eat turkey and something “bad” happens but it get’s fixed on Christmas Eve and then Santa leave presents under the tree!
It’s true. My workload has increased due to the oncoming Christmas holiday and end of year preparations, but on top of it all, my regular “reading” time has been converted into making Christmas last as long as it possibly can.
This includes watching never-ending Fa-la-la-la-Lifetime, Hallmark and ABC Family Christmas movies, and listening to Christmas music all day long at work, (I will admit, however, that I love that part – Christmas movies and music playing in the background of my life soothes my soul, so it’s all good).
But nothing says “Christmas spirit” to my husband more than shopping. Yes. A man that LOVES to shop. And not just for wood and tools. He loves to shop for girlie-things too. He can spend hours in a Yankee Candle store just sniffing. He can spend hours reading Christmas cards. He can spend hours, choosing Christmas decorations, and he can spend hours driving to all of the stores to do just that. But, nothing pleases him more then to “share” all of this with his favorite person. Me.
Awwww sweet right? Thing is, I’m not as keen on shopping late into the night as he is. And I’m especially not as keen on doing it every night. In fact. I’ve got a new nickname due to my frequent protests of “Oh come on!! Shopping again?! Can’t you go alone?” or…”Yup, pretty. Yup. Christmas lights. Oooh wow. I don’t care which, just choose already!”
So….he has officially given me a new name. Meet Maryse “The Grinch that Stole Christmas” (that’s me! grrrrrrrr!! which is the sound I make when he calls me that). Even our friends know me as that. I think my dogs do too. Yup…there he goes again. He just pronounced, as I’m writing this, that I AM “The Christmas Grinch, and I celebrate Grinchmas”. Oh gee, thanks!
So all this to say that while I am reading, it’s taking me longer to finish a simple book. Well, not that simple. As Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander books go, they are wonderfully entertaining, but quite long, with many political and historical references that require a bit more concentration on my part. But I LOVE the characters, and their daily plights, and become completely absorbed in their larger goals, and terrible messes in which they frequently find themselves. And this “ain’t funny stuff” either. Some serious, heartbreaking, torturous moments, chapters upon chapters of “feeling”, whether it be elation or complete and utter despair. Especially one chapter that has me FUMING at Jamie, yet again. FUMING I tell you. I even snapped at my husband when he asked me a simple question as I was “reading that part”, because I was so feeling “Claire” at that moment.
So anyway, I’m 60% through it, and should be done within the next day or so. Review to come at that point. I’m also working on Radiance from Alyson Noël, and I will admit, this one does not have me riveted. Definitely meant for a younger crowd.
So off I go to…what? That’s right. Shop! I mean, come on…Christmas is less then a week away which means my husband is already moaning that “it’s almost over, and we need to kick it up a notch”. *hrmph*