After reading two such wonderful books in a row, Enchanted April and then Rebecca, I was a bit concerned about what I should pick next. My hand and eyes scanned the shelves and piles and lingered over several recently published novels but hesitated. The two previous books had such a soft and lyrical language they made me feel comfortable and cozy and I was not ready to leave my happy little cocoon. I feared something recent would be too harsh. I hemmed and hawed. Dickens? Or maybe the Wilkie Collins I wanted to read? But I wasn’t in the mood for something so big either. Finally, I landed on Barbara Pym.

The one I chose is Less Than Angels. It has turned out to be perfect. It is a social satire on anthropologists. Doesn’t that alone sound goofy and make you smile? While it isn’t quite the depth of coziness that the other two were, it is still delightful. I have laughed out loud several times and I have a new expression that tickles my fancy, “not quite out of the top drawer,” as in not exactly the best. I’m longing for an opportunity to use it in conversation.

Off to read about digital libraries. What I originally thought they were is slowly changing. Can’t quite put it into words yet, I just know that the concept I am working on is much more exciting than scanned books.