The End of January

The first month of the now not so new year is over and with it, some of newness of 2019. One month into the year, work is as crazy as ever, like I never went away and the usual cycle of Dad in the hospital made me realize the more things change, the more the remain the same! But the key is not to give into the doom-gloom but believe and hang on and with some good friends and great books, life is not all that unmanageable!

So what did I read this first month of 2019?

Henrietta’s War: News from the Home Front 1939-1942 by Joyce Dennys (Thank You Cleo for the great recommendation!)


How happy we were, and how little we realized how nice it was to be lazy and happy, without fear and anxiety and horror knocking at the back of one’s brain like a little gnome with a hammer.

Bet Me by Jennifer Cruise


I’m gonna have to get my eyes checked. I can’t see crap until it’s right in front of me

The Art of Inheriting Secrets by Barbara O’ Neil


“I am as flawed as any” he said

“I know, I see you, you know!”

Early Indians by Tony Joseph


When the first group of modern humans walked into India, perhaps no more than a few hundred people in groups of twenty or twenty-five, trekking all the way from the Arabian peninsula over hundreds of years or perhaps even a thousand or more years, did they have a cosmology of their own that tried to explain the inexplicable? And did they have any inkling that they were entering a special place that more than a billion of their descendants would one day call their home

So I read, one classic, two popular fiction and one non fiction! I can unequivocally state, of all the 4, Joyce Dunning’s book was the best and maybe for the month of February, I should stick to tried and tested, aka, Classics.

Speaking of Classics, I am reading, Orley Farm by Anthony Trollope as part of and Jane and Cleo have joined me for a read along! This book was a personal favorite of Trollope himself and is considered to be one of the best introductions to his work! It is a chunkster at 700 pages, but we take it slow and easy through February and if need be March! So join us for this Victorian sojourn and together, we can enrich our minds and have some fun while doing it!




8 thoughts on “The End of January

  1. I couldn’t find the first book you mentioned until I searched by title and discovered the author isn’t Dunning it’s Dennys. 🙂 You can blame the mistake on your crazy week at work. 🙂

  2. mrs. M bought some orange colored glasses she uses when doing computer stuff: she said it supposedly is easier on the eyes… i’ve started Orley twice and got bogged down; not in the proper space for Trollope, i guess… good luck with it!

  3. I hear you, Cirtnecce… work is still terribly busy for me, too! 😦 According to Goodreads, I’m already behind on my reading challenge. Oh, well, slow-and-steady is the best anyways.

    Trollope is one of those authors I keep meaning to read and still haven’t. Looking forward to your thoughts on him!

    1. I am behhiinnndddd on GoodReads as well, but listen, we read for ourselves, so if we are falling short, we are falling short. No reason to fret! Trollope is not an easy author to read…you need time and a certain equilibrium to read him, atleast I do. But once you do, there is no one quite like him!

  4. I downloaded it and read 5 pages but I’m not sure I’m in the right headspace. I know what Mudpuddle means ….. with Trollope you have to have time and the mental dedication to step out of your world and into his. I’ll try but I may just watch you all skip through it. Sorry, my friend! 😦

    1. No worries at all; try it and if it does not work, life is too short spending time reading stuff we do not want to when there is so much there to read the stuff we want to!!!

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