This is what happens when you read too much...

So...I'm down to the spy novels in the library bag. Robert Ludlum. If you are a fan, don't go further! He's a good writer. I don't have an argument with that. But man, this book was way too much. I can rarely stop reading a book once I've started... and this was no exception. The Sigma Connection. I bet there were at least a dozen people killed violently in the first few chapters. New characters were introduced every 20 pages or so in this 300+ page book. I think I'm getting dotty. I had to back up and re-read to catch on to all the new characters. Besides that, the mystery of who these people were that were 'after' the protagonist began to get old. And then at the end, after introducing us to a terrible, horrible science experiment which the author 'defends'...it ended with a live happy ever after ending that never explained the disposition of the victims of this scientific experiment. I'm done! No more tough guy books for me. I'll go back to my 'recipe' mysteries where someone gets stabbed in the kitchen and the next 100 pages tell us about the recipes the author likes. I know, I know...they're dumb, but they are fun to read and I don't have to make moral judgements about the end result. I don't even have to EAT the end result, although I did make cookies that were listed in one of these sleuth books.
So today, I went back to the other extreme. If you would like to read some really sweet books, try the Jan Karon Mitford Series. They are about a sixty-plus minister who lives in a small town. Lots of humorous depictions of small town life and some philosphy thrown in. Much better. Now I can sleep at night.

Techno Nanna

Okay, okay...so I don't get all this new stuff! But I'm struggling away with my shiny new i-pod, enjoying all my music in one little box! Wow! Who knew? I'm old enough to remember my dad and mom proudly showing off the new 13 "(? maybe even smaller!)TV in 1949. We watched stuff like wrestling, roller derby and the Schlitz Saturday Night Theatre, an all time favorite of mine. It was years later when I moved to Fairfield Court and met Sally Reuter, my neighbor across the street, that I realized I had been watching HER as she emceed the movie program that we all enjoyed. People would be invited over to watch TV...and nobody talked! You'd just sit there politely as if you were at a play or a concert. Now...I can listen to my i-pod in the middle of a crowd and mostly people won't care. (I still think that's kind of rude!) Anyhow...all my cds have disappeared to new homes and my son-in-law Dan has transposed (is that the word?) my goofy car songs so that I can share them with the grandchildren when we ride along to some exciting experience. Of course, first I have to figure out how to use the fancy car attachment. Dan and Tim (my sixteen year old ubersmart grandson) have been on call as I fumble through this new technology. Good Grief! If I should get a new computer, I'll have to upgrade to yet another new system. The worst thing about being 73 is seeing the world whiz by and trying to catch a ride! But never fear - I'm game for the adventure.