I’ve been under a spell…

of frustration. There has not been much to say, as I am recuperating from surgery on my right foot in July, only to discover on Friday that one of the implants had snapped. There is no sense looking for how it happened, or even why; my feet have always been my Achilles’ Heel. (So to speak.) I do feel badly for my Physical Therapist, though, who wonders lately why none of his treatments have been working. How often do we do that, seek the cure for something we have no control over?

of doubt. I had few qualms about starting a blog in 2006. It was so lovely to have a voice, and to feel it was heard, that I didn’t stop to think about what was being said. Now that I see analytical, in-depth, erudite posts all around me I think, “How does what I have to say matter?” Really, who cares if I like a book, or not, but me? It seems rather senseless to write about books, but I do so because I love them.

of laziness. Oh, how lovely it’s been to sit in my “nest” on the sofa, gazing at the fluttering leaves which fall as my mother said this morning, “as though they were being shaken from a dust mop.” I purposely turn from ads for Christmas, so that I can dwell on today, relishing the crimson, the gold, the orange, and the squirrels foraging for their winter cache.

of incredible literature. Actually, this season has been one to sink my teeth into sagas. I began a reread of James Clavell’s Asian Saga, beginning with Shogun, and moving on through Tai Pan, then Gai Jin. They are fantastic, and I’ve only laid them down to read the books on hold which come to me all at once from our public library. (Why does that happen? You wait months for them only to become available in one week.) I am finishing Maggie O’Farrell’s The Marriage Portrait, which I find every bit as wonderful as Hamnet. A review of her latest book will be coming soon, in case you haven’t yet read it.

In the meantime, take a brisk walk for me, as I am still limping along the trail with my sore foot for a while longer. And, do tell me what books have “cast a spell” on you…