Still reading my way through
the lazy hazy crazy days of summer!
Thanks to my friend Katie
for these perfect beach suggestions,
which also just so happen to fulfill
a couple of the requirements on my
~ Summer Reading List ~
16. about your favorite animal [or some other animal! right?]
The Little Gentleman by Philippa Pearce
"So, this time, Bet set off alone. The afternoon sun shone weakly, hardly warming her; raindrops from the long grass sprinkled her legs and fell into her sandals, but the air smelled fresh and sweet after the rain. A heron rose from the river ahead of her and sailed aloft on huge, leisurely wings. Her spirits rose and sailed with the bird. She did not hurry. She simply strolled toward the log as though the rest of the day belong to her, alone and free." (p. 21)
The Little Gentleman is just right for a day at the beach, a playful novel that can be read quickly, like a short story, containing some beautiful imagery, a little fiction, a little history, a little witchcraft, a lot of literary allusion.
I wish the cat, named Moon, played a greater — and more positive — role. On Bet's first outing to the magical reading log in the meadow, Moon goes along and purrs quietly while Bet reads to the unseen "Little Gentleman" who lives in the "Chthonic . . . underworld beneath the surface of the earth" (140). But the next thing you know, Moon is pouncing aggressively and having The Complete Poetic Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson in One Volume hurled in his direction as a weapon (42). Instead of making Moon a "fiercly intent" antagonist, Pearce might have cast him as a co - adventurer, merely curious, not scary (42, 151 - 53). Was the author afraid of cats?
This is one of Pearce’s later works (2004), not yet written during my own childhood but reminiscent of all the “inside a girl’s head” kind of stories that I loved in those days: a mole who can talk and live forever, who can read Tennyson and Darwin, and travel through time; a girl who spends all day in meadows and libraries, talks to animals, and travels through space!
The writing career of Philippa Pearce (1920 - 2006) spanned decades, but even her earlier works -- Tom's Midnight Garden (1958) and The Children of Charlecote (1968) were unknown to me until a few years ago. So glad I have discovered them at last!
The Little Gentleman, I saw this little creature
running around out on our back patio!
Was it the Week of the Mole?
Gerry has since informed me
that it was probably a vole, but I'll take it!
Furthermore, how about those GIANT raindrops?
Crazily, the sun was shining brightly when
suddenly it just started pouring simultaneously!
That seems to happen a lot here!
17. a mystery
The Nine Tailors by Dorothy L. Sayers
some background reading & a mini-series
One of the best things about our new location is hearing the hourly bells that ring out from the church across the street, every hour from 9am - 9pm, with a brief hymn concert included at 3pm every day; the Angelus at noon and 6pm; and another joyful clamor of bells at 5pm! Truly lovely!
Katie happened to call one day right at 3pm, so I carried the phone outside in order to share the bell concert with her. That's what inspired her to recommend this Peter Wimsey mystery, the "nine tailors" referring to nine loud strokes of the tenor bell [the traditional Death Knell].
Charlottesville Moment:
Sun is shining!
Rain is pouring down!!
Bells are ringing out!!!
