Moon Over Soho- Ben Aaronovitch

Peter Grant is back in this second installment of Aaronovitch's series, and all I can say is "More, please!" I'd swear he's writing these things just for me- set in London, featuring jazz and a biracial hero, with a healthy dollop of paranormal activity thrown in. All things I love, and well written, to boot! I liked the fact that a critically injured character from the first book still appears in the second, and without being magically cured of the damage she suffered. It's hard for Peter (and Leslie herself) to deal with the aftermath, but it doesn't get glossed over. Peter's mentor is also still suffering the effects of his injuries from Midnight Riot, and Peter is left with a great deal less superivision as a result. This, for him, does not prove to be an entirely good thing as he is faced with a man-eating woman (literally), several unexpectedly dead jazz musicians, and yet another woman who wants Peter for her own. Good stuff!

Poetry Monday

I Sit and Think



I sit beside the fire and think


of all that I have seen,


of meadow-flowers and butterflies


in summers that have been;






Of yellow leaves and gossamer


in autumns that there were,


with morning mist and silver sun


and wind upon my hair.






I sit beside the fire and think


of how the world will be


when winter comes without a spring


that I shall never see.






For still there are so many things


that I have never seen:


in every wood in every spring


there is a different green.






I sit beside the fire and think


of people long ago,


and people who will see a world


that I shall never know.






But all the while I sit and think


of times there were before,


I listen for returning feet


and voices at the door.






John Ronald Reuel Tolkien

Happy Thanksgiving!

*once again, thanks to google images and the designer who created this sweet picture

Poetry Monday

Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf



As soon as Wolf began to feel


That he would like a decent meal,


He went and knocked on Grandma's door.


When Grandma opened it, she saw


The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,


And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'


Poor Grandmamma was terrified,


'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.


And she was absolutely right.


He ate her up in one big bite.


But Grandmamma was small and tough,


And Wolfie wailed, 'That's not enough!


I haven't yet begun to feel


That I have had a decent meal!'


He ran around the kitchen yelping,


'I've got to have a second helping!'






Then added with a frightful leer,


'I'm therefore going to wait right here


Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood


Comes home from walking in the wood.'






He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,


(Of course he hadn't eaten those).


He dressed himself in coat and hat.


He put on shoes, and after that,


He even brushed and curled his hair,


Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.






In came the little girl in red.


She stopped. She stared. And then she said,


'What great big ears you have, Grandma.'


'All the better to hear you with,'


the Wolf replied.


'What great big eyes you have, Grandma.'


said Little Red Riding Hood.


'All the better to see you with,'


the Wolf replied.


He sat there watching her and smiled.


He thought, I'm going to eat this child.


Compared with her old Grandmamma,


She's going to taste like caviar.






Then Little Red Riding Hood said, '


But Grandma, what a lovely great big


furry coat you have on.'






'That's wrong!' cried Wolf.


'Have you forgot


To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?


Ah well, no matter what you say,


I'm going to eat you anyway.'






The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.


She whips a pistol from her knickers.


She aims it at the creature's head,


And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.






A few weeks later, in the wood,


I came across Miss Riding Hood.


But what a change! No cloak of red,


No silly hood upon her head.


She said, 'Hello, and do please note


My lovely furry wolfskin coat.'






Roald Dahl

Poetry Monday

Sick



'I cannot go to school today, '


Said little Peggy Ann McKay.


'I have the measles and the mumps,


A gash, a rash and purple bumps.


My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,


I'm going blind in my right eye.


My tonsils are as big as rocks,


I've counted sixteen chicken pox


And there's one more-that's seventeen,


And don't you think my face looks green?


My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-


It might be instamatic flu.


I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,


I'm sure that my left leg is broke-


My hip hurts when I move my chin,


My belly button's caving in,


My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,


My 'pendix pains each time it rains.


My nose is cold, my toes are numb.


I have a sliver in my thumb.


My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,


I hardly whisper when I speak.


My tongue is filling up my mouth,


I think my hair is falling out.


My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,


My temperature is one-o-eight.


My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,


There is a hole inside my ear.


I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?


What's that? What's that you say?


You say today is...Saturday?


G'bye, I'm going out to play! '






Shel Silverstein

Happy Haul-idays, year 2!

The good folks at Chronicle Books have revived the contest for another year! This year has a twist- not only can one of you & I win $500 worth of books, they'll donate the same to the charity of the winner's choice! How awesome is that? I'd have to donate to First Books (http://www.firstbook.org/) just because I believe that EVERYONE should have books that wants them.

So, without further ado, here's my wishlist:

Cake Simple: Recipes for Bundt-Style Cakes from Classic Dark Chocolate to Luscious Lemon Basil  $19.95

 $15.95

It’s Lonely in the Modern World: The Essential Guide to Form, Function, and Ennui from the Creators of Unhappy Hipsters  $19.95

 $19.99

 

 $16.95

 

 $16.95

Music Listography: Your Life in (Play) Lists $16.95

 

World of Geekcraft: Step-by-Step Instructions for 25 Super-Cool Craft Projects $19.95

 

Catalog: The Illustrated History of Mail Order Shopping Princeton Architectural Press $35.00  

 $24.95

 $22.95

 Rude Hand Gestures of the World: A Guide to Offending without Words $12.95

 When Do They Serve the Wine?: The Folly, Flexibility, and Fun of Being a Woman $19.95

 $14.95

 $19.95

And I'll take the rest on a gift certificate, Chuck. (Does anyone get that, or am I just old?)

Be sure to leave a comment, and include your email address so you can be contacted if I/we win!

 

 

 

Milking the Rhino: Dangerously Funny Lists by Chris Rush

This was an odd little title that I picked up as a kindle freebie. While it was somewhat amusing (I love lists of all sorts- probably my OCD kicking in), I think I'm glad I didn't actually pay anything for it.