Sunday Cuppa
It’s Sunday morning. YAWN.
Coffee’s brewing somewhere, I’m sure.
Looks like it might be a good day for a great book.
I started the Little House books with The Peanut last night, reading her the very first chapter of Little House in the Big Woods for her bedtime story. I’m not sure which one of us liked it best, frankly.
The Garth Williams illustrations? Still magical after all these years.
Whatcha reading lately? Do tell…






Well, definitely NOT for children, but I’m in the middle of The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher by Kate Summerscale. This is a retelling of what is probably the first and also what generated that oh-so-British of art forms: The country house murder mystery with its own detective. The murder was real; the story was real(and also sliced, diced and covered in great detail in the local and national media); the detective was a real person and known to Charles Dickens. Fascinating stuff.