an excellent day

An excellent day today, despite, or perhaps because of, not getting up until 10. I read two books which I hadn’t read since the 80s and to my delight, they were as good as they were back then. (The books in question are The Unicorn Quest and The Unicorn Dilemma, which are part of the Unicorn Saga, by John Lee; I found the 5th book in the series, which I hadn’t known existed, at Title Wave about a year or 18 months ago, gawped, said, “I don’t have this book!” and rushed it home to sit with the rest of the series, which I wanted to re-read before I read book 5, since I bought and read the first book in 1986, when it came out, and, y’know, I’d kind of lost the continuity of the storyline o.o. So Ted’s been re-reading David Eddings books, and I’ve got this huge pile of books I haven’t actually ever read before, and I kept thinking I should read those instead of revisiting old material, but Ted’s re-reading made me decide it was okay to re-read instead of reading fresh, and plus, I wanted to read them more than any of the other books I’ve got lying around, so I did! Hah! Take that! Gosh, what a long parenthetical statement this is turning out to be. While I’m at it, I’ll mention that Shaun asked what I was reading, and I said I’d read the first two books of the Unicorn Saga, and he said, “By … Lee?” And I said yeah, and he said something along the lines of, “How pathetic, I haven’t even read them, but people are ALWAYS coming in to Title Wave and asking about those,” which amazed me, because I had this vague idea I was the only person in the world who’d actually read them. Huh!)

Then I made a turkey pot pie for dinner, and that turned out pretty well, and I followed it up with an excellent batch of fudge. Hah!

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  1. I read Unicorn Quest ages and ages and ages ago and never felt inclined to read it again, but it’s probably another of those pesky cases of reading it too young. For instance, Where The Red Fern Grows is not a book that 9 year olds should read. The Red Pony by John Steinbeck is NOT about a red pony, and isn’t what I would call a good reading choice on the part of my 10-year-old self. And Lord of The Flies is not on my recommended list for 13 year olds. (shudder) I think I was 14 when I read Unicorn Quest, and I remember just not liking it much at all. Perhaps I should re-read it again someday.

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