Sunday, November 30, 2008

My Weekend

My weekend was spent reading. Re-reading to be more exact.

I re-read "Wuthering Heights." I re-read "Little Women." I re-read "Mansfield Park." I started to re-read "Northanger Abbey" but stopped to look up something in "What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew" and saw "Jane Eyre" mentioned and decided to re-read that instead. But when I pulled out "Jane Eyre" to re-read, I noticed it had mold growing on it. Well, what could be mold. I spilled something on a corner of it, and on that dark spot it looks like there's white mold growing. I'm concerned. I'd rather just buy a new copy. Plus I need a new copy of "Wuthering Heights" anyway, because I broke it. Not the spine, the actual back leaf.

Part of me thinks I'm wasting time re-reading these books when I have Bill Bryson's "A Short History of Nearly Everything" and "Confederacy of Dunces" waiting for me on the bookshelf, but whatever. Why not do what I want since I have no one else telling me otherwise?

I also watched movies. Ghostbusters. Ghostbusters II. 3:10 to Yuma. The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy. and oh my god, The Monster Squad. And I went shopping and bought Christmas presents, which I will not list because the people for whom they were purchased read this blog.

So, all in all, it was a great weekend.

3 comments:

hokgardner said...

Don't bother with Confederacy of Dunces. Blech. I read it and it was awful.

soniasax said...

i usually think re-reading books is a waste of time, but that's partly because i'm a slow reader (compared to you). if i could polish off a novel in half a day, then maybe i'd re-read more.
i loved confederacy of dunces.

Elaine said...

I loved confederacy of dunces too. And I remember enjoying wuthering heights.
that does sound like a fun weekend!
I do not re read, at least not in recent years, because there are so many other books I haven't gotten to yet that I really want to get to. But you are putting good use to the book when you re read...so I won't totally put my nose up at the thought of re reading something I loved.