“In short, life in this month of September is, generally speaking, keyed up to a fresh start. Holidays are over, families are reunited, and the order once again is ‘Full Speed Ahead’. Caught in the doldrums of August we may have regretted the departing summer, have sighed over the vanished strawberries and all that they signified. Now, however, we look forward almost eagerly to winter’s approach. We forget the fogs, the slush, the sore throats and the price of coal, we think only of long evenings by lamplight, of the books which we are really going to read this time, of the bright shop windows and the keen edge of the early frosts.”
–from Greenery Street by Denis Mackail, aka, a simply amazing, wonderful, absorbing, delightful book. I’m almost done, and regretting that I’ll have to take it back to the library. (It’s a Persephone book I got on interlibrary loan–from UGA’s library, as a matter of fact, Cindy..) I’ve decided that I’m a Persephone Books kinda girl. I love books written in England (and America, for that matter) between the wars (and directly before and after, as well). And I’ve discovered that I have very, very similiar taste in literature to Jane and Alicia. So I read books they say are good, and I invariably love them, too.
In other news, I just ordered the cutest pair of shoes I have ever seen. You guys are going to love them. It’ll be a couple of weeks, so start getting excited.
Also, I’m ready for the weather to change. And 12:30 is pretty much the worse time to have to play tennis, ever.