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Sep. 27th, 2005 01:03 pmOK, I know this is a little much for a book... but I'm so excited that I wanted to share.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes, the latest book by Diana Gabaldon, was released today. She is probably my favorite living author. This is the sixth in a series about a woman from the 1940's who ends up back in Scotland back in the 1740's. The writing is fabulous, full of humor and romance and adventure. I'm madly in love with half of the characters, and it's a fascinating view into history from a very unique perspective. Her books were the main reason for my visit to Scotland this past winter.
I ran to the bookstore to buy the book as soon as our interminable weekly meeting ended. I grabbed the book off the display at the front of the store, then made my way to the cafe in the back of the Barnes & Noble to pay for the book and order a sandwich. As they were heating my sandwich (which would be a toastie in Scotland, but has some pretentious Italian name in Starbucks), I sat at a table and read through the acknowledgments, laughing aloud at her dry humor.
And then I turned the page and came to the prologue. I found myself closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, caressing the page and savoring the moment before I really began the book. as I read the first sentences I was torn between reading as quickly as I could, to find out what happened to Jamie and Claire and Roger and Brianna and Ian and all my other dear friends in the years since I last heard from them, and reading slowly, word by word, to best savor the prose and stretch out the moment. I quickly felt myself falling into their world and lost track of the store around me, only to be rudely awakened by the arrival of my sandwich.
I am now back at my desk, feeling the pull of the book (and at 992 pages it's big enough to have a gravitational pull of its own!) but needing to do my work and go to rehearsal and work on learning my lines and attend to a million other little tasks. But oh, I can't wait for this shabbos, when I can have hours of uninterrupted time to spend in that world.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes, the latest book by Diana Gabaldon, was released today. She is probably my favorite living author. This is the sixth in a series about a woman from the 1940's who ends up back in Scotland back in the 1740's. The writing is fabulous, full of humor and romance and adventure. I'm madly in love with half of the characters, and it's a fascinating view into history from a very unique perspective. Her books were the main reason for my visit to Scotland this past winter.
I ran to the bookstore to buy the book as soon as our interminable weekly meeting ended. I grabbed the book off the display at the front of the store, then made my way to the cafe in the back of the Barnes & Noble to pay for the book and order a sandwich. As they were heating my sandwich (which would be a toastie in Scotland, but has some pretentious Italian name in Starbucks), I sat at a table and read through the acknowledgments, laughing aloud at her dry humor.
And then I turned the page and came to the prologue. I found myself closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, caressing the page and savoring the moment before I really began the book. as I read the first sentences I was torn between reading as quickly as I could, to find out what happened to Jamie and Claire and Roger and Brianna and Ian and all my other dear friends in the years since I last heard from them, and reading slowly, word by word, to best savor the prose and stretch out the moment. I quickly felt myself falling into their world and lost track of the store around me, only to be rudely awakened by the arrival of my sandwich.
I am now back at my desk, feeling the pull of the book (and at 992 pages it's big enough to have a gravitational pull of its own!) but needing to do my work and go to rehearsal and work on learning my lines and attend to a million other little tasks. But oh, I can't wait for this shabbos, when I can have hours of uninterrupted time to spend in that world.
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Sep. 27th, 2005 01:03 pmOK, I know this is a little much for a book... but I'm so excited that I wanted to share.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes, the latest book by Diana Gabaldon, was released today. She is probably my favorite living author. This is the sixth in a series about a woman from the 1940's who ends up back in Scotland back in the 1740's. The writing is fabulous, full of humor and romance and adventure. I'm madly in love with half of the characters, and it's a fascinating view into history from a very unique perspective. Her books were the main reason for my visit to Scotland this past winter.
I ran to the bookstore to buy the book as soon as our interminable weekly meeting ended. I grabbed the book off the display at the front of the store, then made my way to the cafe in the back of the Barnes & Noble to pay for the book and order a sandwich. As they were heating my sandwich (which would be a toastie in Scotland, but has some pretentious Italian name in Starbucks), I sat at a table and read through the acknowledgments, laughing aloud at her dry humor.
And then I turned the page and came to the prologue. I found myself closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, caressing the page and savoring the moment before I really began the book. as I read the first sentences I was torn between reading as quickly as I could, to find out what happened to Jamie and Claire and Roger and Brianna and Ian and all my other dear friends in the years since I last heard from them, and reading slowly, word by word, to best savor the prose and stretch out the moment. I quickly felt myself falling into their world and lost track of the store around me, only to be rudely awakened by the arrival of my sandwich.
I am now back at my desk, feeling the pull of the book (and at 992 pages it's big enough to have a gravitational pull of its own!) but needing to do my work and go to rehearsal and work on learning my lines and attend to a million other little tasks. But oh, I can't wait for this shabbos, when I can have hours of uninterrupted time to spend in that world.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes, the latest book by Diana Gabaldon, was released today. She is probably my favorite living author. This is the sixth in a series about a woman from the 1940's who ends up back in Scotland back in the 1740's. The writing is fabulous, full of humor and romance and adventure. I'm madly in love with half of the characters, and it's a fascinating view into history from a very unique perspective. Her books were the main reason for my visit to Scotland this past winter.
I ran to the bookstore to buy the book as soon as our interminable weekly meeting ended. I grabbed the book off the display at the front of the store, then made my way to the cafe in the back of the Barnes & Noble to pay for the book and order a sandwich. As they were heating my sandwich (which would be a toastie in Scotland, but has some pretentious Italian name in Starbucks), I sat at a table and read through the acknowledgments, laughing aloud at her dry humor.
And then I turned the page and came to the prologue. I found myself closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, caressing the page and savoring the moment before I really began the book. as I read the first sentences I was torn between reading as quickly as I could, to find out what happened to Jamie and Claire and Roger and Brianna and Ian and all my other dear friends in the years since I last heard from them, and reading slowly, word by word, to best savor the prose and stretch out the moment. I quickly felt myself falling into their world and lost track of the store around me, only to be rudely awakened by the arrival of my sandwich.
I am now back at my desk, feeling the pull of the book (and at 992 pages it's big enough to have a gravitational pull of its own!) but needing to do my work and go to rehearsal and work on learning my lines and attend to a million other little tasks. But oh, I can't wait for this shabbos, when I can have hours of uninterrupted time to spend in that world.