summer reading

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    I will finish The Book of Merlyn and Claudius the God before I go off to college. I will. I will. I will, dammit.

if i say on my blog that i'll read them, that's sort of like accountability, right?

    (you remember how a few months ago I read The Once and Future King and also I, Claudius? The nice thing was that my mother randomly had the sequel to the former lying around and my dad had the sequel to the latter lying around. And I don't think either of them had the first books. Little bit weird there.)

    Also, speaking of my mom, she herself has started up a blog of her own (hurray!) which I am now going to link to. It's called Roller Derby with the Saints, and she's got a couple posts up and they are beautiful, articulate, thoughtful posts. (she must be so ashamed of me oh gosh) It's heavily theological (Christian, specifically) and is and will be well worth reading.

    Hopefully she does not abandon the thing once she goes back to school in one month. (HEY MOM KEEP WRITING K.)

    EDIT later this same day: One of my best friends has just dropped by and loaned me a copy of Dear Enemy (the sequel to Daddy-Long-Legs by Jean Webster) after apparently remembering something I had said about thinking about maybe reading it several weeks ago. Oh lawks.

Sir Lancelot

(written at a previous date)

    Dear Harriet Walter,

    I'm so bored of Sir Lancelot.
    At the moment I'm reading The Once & Future King by T.H. White, I'm a bit more than halfway through, the third section of the book mostly has to do with Lancelot and he is so achingly boring I just want to kick myself in the teeth whenever I see his name. I don't know, maybe I'd be more sympathetic to his plights if I'd ever been in love with a real person and had real obstacles to my real love of realness, but I haven't and I'm not and I think he's a prat who ought to be able to control himself better. Basically.
   
    Oh, I've also been watching what I will refer to as BBC Merlin lately, and Lancelot is in a couple episodes of that and watching him is like stabbing myself in the eyes with ten of those oversized q-tips the dentist uses to numb your mouth prior to sticking a needle in your gums. Apparently this isn't a common problem, because some people ship him with other characters and my mother and sister (who also watch BBC Merlin) claim they enjoy him just fine. I just see him and listen to him and feel dead inside. Actively dead. Yes, I went there. Actively! dead. That's how dead I feel inside as regards Sir Lancelot. He can go stuff himself.

    In other news, Guinevere is a total skankbasket.