It has been some time since I’ve enjoyed relaxing stretches of reading a novel for a few hours at a time, and I should admit it was The Da Vinci Code which did it for me. The weather has helped, it has all been blustery winds and high drama outside. I even cracked the jeans out for another season; any excuse for me to wear jeans I suppose. Our house shook and trees bent in the wind, papers became softer to the touch, and the evening beverage subtlely changed to red wine instead.
Speaking of blustery weather, for all its page-turning bluster, the closer I got towards the climax of The Da Vinci Code the breathier the plot got, until it weezed and choked right at the climax, and Dan Brown declared: Well reader, you’ve tried and enjoyed this mystery-cum-high-drama, why not try romance? Follow me, there’s a good reader, down the garden path. Now that was a long sentence, and I’m glad you followed me down that particular garden path. If nothing else, the book was worth the read as I feel like I’ve been let in on the group secret, and it got me reacquainted with the delightful art of reading for a few hours straight attired in tracksuit pants.
And how convenient; I have finally cashed in a long-awaited birthday-slash-Christmas present from my parents: a lounge suite. A second-hand one, but a cosy, well-cushioned, maroon-swathed one. It’s not quite the suede chaise lounge suite I’ve been lemming, but eh, what are you going to do for second-hand? I will take myself and my novel out to the lounge and sink into some cushions and huddle for a few hours.
Did you know an accepted collective noun for penguins is a huddle? My gosh, those animals can’t get any freaking cuter.
