We are dug out from the snow at my house except we still need to rake some of it off the roof so we don’t get ice dams when things melt and then refreeze. We ended up with about a foot of snow, not as much as originally predicted. That’s because on Christmas day instead of snowing it rained and then of course it all froze. I would have preferred the snow because now there is a thin glaze of ice on the streets and sidewalks making things dangerous for the unwary.

My Bookman and I holed up snug and warm during the storm. We read and watched movies and polished off the Solstice leftovers. I hope everyone who was celebrating these last few days had a wonderful time.

Both of the movies we watched were bookish. I know Lost in Austen has gotten a mix of reviews but we really enjoyed it. We also watched Hogfather, a movie made from Terry Pratchett’s book by the same name. I’ve not read the book but my Bookman has and he said they did a pretty good job. We both enjoyed it very much as well as the interview with Pratchett we found in the special features.

As for reading, I finished The Angel’s Game and will be writing about it nice and proper tomorrow. I’ve also been enjoying Proust and the Squid and began reading The Tyranny of E-Mail. It is a strange confluence that Angel’s Game and the two movies I watched are about faith and belief of various sorts and expectations not living up to reality. The other two books both manage to examine different aspects of how the written word has affected culture and the evolution of communication and information (and the human brain). I feel like I’m swimming in a pool of related ideas and various perspectives on them.

I will be starting in on Margaret Atwood’s The Year of the Flood later this evening and I am sure she will be adding to the pool. Now where did I put my flippers and snorkel?