Books, books and more books

 I have sort of disappeared the last few days on here. I would apologize, but I'm not really sorry, so it might be pointless. I have been caught up in a wonderful/terrible series of books. They are called the Gemma Doyle trilogy by Libba Bray. They were wonderful because they were fascinating, and historical and inspiring and mystical. (I am definitely one of those Christians who can cheerfully read about magical worlds with witches and elves and such without being threatened AT ALL) At the same time, the books were horrible because I could not put them down, and they did not end how I wanted them too. Actually, when it first ended, I spent about 2 hours seriously considering finding the author and smacking her. Seriously. Then, my wonderful husband came home. I got to hug him, and kiss him, and actually cried just a little bit (and books almost never make me cry) and I felt much better. I really shouldn't read so much. I relate to the characters entirely too much. I went back and re-read the last 2 pages again, after I had calmed down and was able to see the tiny bit of hope the author had inserted into the end. The main character was going to carry on without her love. She was going to change the world, do good things, maybe even love again someday. Hope is contagious. 

 Anyway... that is where I have been, in case you wondered. 

 And while we are speaking of books, I found this really great blog about children's books. When I was a teacher, I tried my hardest to explore the libraries, check out new things, be adventuress with books. I am so glad now that I had that chance. What fun books are. I hope with all my heart that my children inherit the LOVE of reading from me. 

 For now, I am going to go and read to my children. Something without twaddle. And if you don't know what that means... read the blog.