Poor, poor Thursday, not unlike poor Yorick. The day needs a makeover; it is not dead--it merely needs a makeover, a new PR, an agent like the mom that launched our modern day Little Women aka the Kardashian Women. Let us be spin doctors for Thursday! I tried to do just that yesterday. Here's how it went:
Aha! I sure fooled you if you thought I got cheek implants. However, I did go to my favorite place on a day I didn't need a new book. The Book of Strange New Things yet lingers on my literary palate. I can't get it out of my head. Nothing fills the void left by its ending. I've tried.
I thought The Martian would do it. Orange was never my color but surprisingly, it's in my life more than I realized. Sixty-two pages in and I lost interest. A "return to sender" letter bears the Hendrix stamp. Letters and books, books and letters, all words. Teal is for Thursdays, yes? Not orange. Orange is for Mars and Martians!
The Familiar looked like a "for Thursday" kind of cover. It's beautiful, and distinctively different, plus it's a heavy book. Such unusual illustrations spill across page after page. Such a not-your-everyday-kind-of-read it is. Such a waste of paper on too many sparse pages. But what do I know? A quick scan and a sit-down to read a few sentences did nothing to whet my appetite. But it looked so promising. Almost like The Book of Strange New Things.
I was quite taken with the illustration on this cover. Saint Mazie? It reminds me of the black and white movies I like. I have a feeling Phonelady will read it, like it, and tell us why we should read it too.
I chose this as a back-up in case The Bees let me down. There's a reason I didn't buy it in hard cover. Yesterday I couldn't recall why. A paperback loss is no great loss if I don't like it though. So it came home with me.
Have you noticed the color connections yet? I liked these nibs but did not read the instructions to scrub with soap and a rough sponge the first time I bought them. Now that I know, perhaps clean nibs will make me look good this time around.
I love bees. Although I enjoyed the excerpts I chose to sway me, I'm not as sure sure fifteen pages in. So that's why I started The Miniaturist. I put it aside to watch game one of Golden State vs Cleveland. Thursdays aren't so easy after all. Perhaps I only thought they held more promise than they actually do. Perhaps my choices are to blame, and not not the day itself? Perhaps its ante was upped with the pizza pie.
An artichoke and mushroom pizza had charm to be one of the best parts of yesterday aka Thursday. Hot and perfect, it made me feel good about eating lunch earlier than dinner time. Leftovers for dinner weren't bad either, so yes! to Thursday's pizza!
Mail. Yes, there was mail. Good mail. My order from Jet Pens made me happy and a little disappointed. The package was perfect! Another kudo for Thursday!
I wrote a single letter last night. A Thursday letter, written with a pen from the almost perfect order. Take not of those colors again. Yea, Thursday!
Then take note of that declaration again. Thursday is a good day to have a good day. Any day is a good one to have a good. Oh, happy day!