what is longer than the wave and deeper than the sea cried the false knight to the child on the road

Happy MLK Day! I shall be performing Trophy Daughter duties at the Celebration tonight.

So a while back I said I'd post about my totally triumphant literary acquisitions, by which I meant, namely, the Red Fairy Book (1907) and the Green Fairy Book (1909), both "with numerous illustrations by H.J. Ford and Lancelot Speed". *takes a moment to gloat and admire them, NOT muttering something about "precious", oh no* Suffice it to say they are beautiful. I found another book in the same shop in Betws-y-Coed, provocatively entitled Did Prince Madog Discover America?. Perhaps that's only provocative if one has been on a L'Engle kick, and has strong views on America's having been "discovered" by anybody. At any rate, it was an interesting read.

As of the past week, my acquisitions also include the following:

Deerskin, Robin McKinley
Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams
Emerald House Rising, Peg Kerr
The Other Wind, Ursula K. LeGuin

and, courtesy of my mother's sharp eye for Classics stuff,

The Jupiter Myth: A Marcus Didius Falco Mystery Novel, Lindsey Davis
The Oldest Stories in the World, Theodor H. Gaster
The Iliad, Homer (transl. Robert Fitzgerald)

I got to about line 31 in Book 3 of the last before I was interrupted by the lure of Emerald House Rising and then "Monty Python the the Holy Grail", and then by being utterly geeky about Sappho fragment 31. But perhaps I shall put off Deerskin, as Paris is about to snivel, Menelaus is really ticked off, and Hector is about to be really cool.

what is longer than the wave and deeper than the sea cried the false knight to the child on the road

Happy MLK Day! I shall be performing Trophy Daughter duties at the Celebration tonight.

So a while back I said I'd post about my totally triumphant literary acquisitions, by which I meant, namely, the Red Fairy Book (1907) and the Green Fairy Book (1909), both "with numerous illustrations by H.J. Ford and Lancelot Speed". *takes a moment to gloat and admire them, NOT muttering something about "precious", oh no* Suffice it to say they are beautiful. I found another book in the same shop in Betws-y-Coed, provocatively entitled Did Prince Madog Discover America?. Perhaps that's only provocative if one has been on a L'Engle kick, and has strong views on America's having been "discovered" by anybody. At any rate, it was an interesting read.

As of the past week, my acquisitions also include the following:

Deerskin, Robin McKinley
Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Douglas Adams
Emerald House Rising, Peg Kerr
The Other Wind, Ursula K. LeGuin

and, courtesy of my mother's sharp eye for Classics stuff,

The Jupiter Myth: A Marcus Didius Falco Mystery Novel, Lindsey Davis
The Oldest Stories in the World, Theodor H. Gaster
The Iliad, Homer (transl. Robert Fitzgerald)

I got to about line 31 in Book 3 of the last before I was interrupted by the lure of Emerald House Rising and then "Monty Python the the Holy Grail", and then by being utterly geeky about Sappho fragment 31. But perhaps I shall put off Deerskin, as Paris is about to snivel, Menelaus is really ticked off, and Hector is about to be really cool.