Lots of people have been asking for pictures of Dewey, so I tried to take some tonight, but he refused to look at the camera. Oh well. He seems to be going through a very adolescent phase right now - half the time he's all cute and affectionate, and the rest of the time he's running around crazily and attacking me and breaking things. This will pass, right? Sigh.
This is the third* in Macomber's series about a yarn store in an idyllic place called Blossom St. I actually liked it better than the second. Each book rotates in perspective between Lydia, the shop owner, and a few of the students in her current knitting class. (The pattern being used in the class is included, too. I knit the baby blanket from the first book; it was quite nice, if a bit boring.) Each woman is generally facing some sort of family or life crisis, and knitting brings them together across their disparate backgrounds. There are definitely Issues with a capital I, and some are resolved pretty heavyhandedly - there are definitely Lessons Macomber is trying to impart to her readers. And it's all a bit saccharine. If you can get past that, though, they're enjoyable in a Hallmark TV movie sort of way. Plus, there's knitting. That helps.
* Or maybe the fourth? Before this one came one called Susannah's Garden, about another shop on Blossom St., not the yarn store. I'm not sure whether it's considered one of the series.
This fascinating book provides an overview of the history of the English language, focusing on the way it changed over time and what caused these changes. It starts with Caedmon's Hymn (7th century) and goes up through e-mail and the Iraq war. Along the way, it touches on the Norman conquest, the Great Vowel Shift, attempts at standardization and dictionary-making, and authors from Chaucer to Shakespeare to Twain to Dickinson. I have to admit that I found the earliest parts of the book to be the most interesting (and I really want to learn Old English now), but that is likely due to my own interests and has nothing to do with the book itself. Lerer explains things remarkably clearly, and at times I was shocked at how much of his sometimes technical explanations I (with no formal linguistics training) could understand. I did have some trouble "hearing" some of the things he was trying to explain about pronunciation, but I don't think that took much away from my enjoyment of the book. My one caveat in recommending it is that I sometimes found myself having trouble keeping track of where he was when I tried to read too much of the book at a time; his chapters stand alone nicely, so make sure you take lots of breaks to process and mull over the wealth of information Lerer provides.
An alien arrives at the Royal Ontario Museum in Toronto and asks to speak with a paleontologist. That paleontologist happens to be dying of lung cancer. They become friends and share information and argue about the existence of God. For about 200 pages. And then, finally, something sort of happens. And then something big seems like it's happening, but then it doesn't. But at that point I didn't really care, because Sawyer had been telling me, not showing me, about these characters and ideas for 300 pages and I was sick of it. And I ended up being really disappointed, because it seemed like this book had a lot of potential; it kept being on the verge of being really good, but then it wasn't. Which was worse than if it had just been mediocre. And then the paleontologist makes a decision that infuriated me, so at that point I sort of just wanted him to die. And even though I was pretty annoyed at the whole thing by the end, the last chapter still almost made me cry. Which just made me hate the whole thing. So, basically, this book had me on an emotional rollercoaster, but not at all in the way the author intended. Don't bother.