More on Glasses

I took Jenna to have her glasses fitted yesterday. She was a pretty good sport, even though she obviously didn't like strange people putting weird things on her face. The glasses she'll be getting are big on her, but she'll be growing so fast that I'm sure they will be too small before we know it. They are kind of a rosy color, and it will take a week for the lenses to be all ready. As promised, I will post pics at that time.

In other news, I have recently gotten back into books, since we didn't have internet for a week. Funny how we find other things to do when we can't surf. So I picked up Children of the Promise, Vol 1: Rumors of War by Dean Hughes. He's an LDS author, and I had read the first two or three of the 5 book series back in the day and then lost track of it. Actually, I don't think he had published all 5 yet back when I was into them. Anyway, I picked it up again, and thoroughly enjoyed it, even though Señor Hughes is a bit hokey at times. A little too "aw, shucks, golly gee whillikers, Mr. Thomas!" But I digress. The story follows an LDS family through WWII, so you get the historical background information from various locations, such as the Philippines, Japan, and, of course, Germany. All in all, an interesting read. Some may find the hokiness to be too much; others may be able to look past it. I liked it enough to buy the next two books in the series, although only because now you can get them for cheap on Amazon.

I've also gotten interested in travel writing. Well, I should mention that whenever I get interested in a subject, I don't ever go halfway. This means that I checked out 17 books from the library today. And I can already guess my husband's reaction when he reads this. To which I say, "No, I probably won't be able to read them all. But, oh, the glory in trying!" I just found lists on Amazon and started going through and requesting stuff...and there are so many good books! It's saddening, really, to want to read everything and never have enough time. But, I shall try my darndest.

So I just finished Cruel Miracles, a collection of short stories by Orson Scott Card. I do believe it contains one of the nastiest, most vomit-inducing short stories I've ever read. It's called "Kingsmeat", and the meat don't refer ta animals, just a hint thur, dontcha know. (Off topic, is anyone else reminded of Brian Jacques by reading the word "thur"?) I happened to be eating while reading it, to my everlasting chagrin. It, is, however, a story that makes you think. If anyone is feeling brave, read it and tell me what you think.