Tonight I took a break from knitting to brush up on my Spanish-language reading skills. I picked up a novel I haven’t read since 1994-5, during my junior year of high school, which I spent in Barcelona.
So far, so good. Aside from a few dictionary checks, I understand well enough to enjoy the story- probably more than when I was only 17, because it’s written from a 3 year-old boy’s point of view, and I now have the parental experience to understand a bit of what goes on in such a brain.
Tomorrow- back to fingerless glove knitting. Sorry about the sad photo! This is actually lovely Noro.
Tonight I’m spinning away on my giant amount of white alpaca and watching a childhood favorite mini series on YouTube.
You know how you may love a tv miniseries as a child, then love the book on which it was based even more for the following 30 years or so, then manage to locate the miniseries and find it so-so? That’s my current experience with A Little Princess. We’ve been listening to the audiobook in the car, so I wanted to find the miniseries I saw on PBS so many years ago, only to find that it was much better in my own imagination/memory. Now debating on whether or not to show the kids, because they love the book. I’m leaning towards no…..
A bit of reading.