We had a wee bit of a Boxing Day blizzard here. 7 1/2 inches of snow today, with pretty strong winds blowing it around. While it cannot compare to the Blizzard of ’78 and may not seem very impressive to my Canadian friends, it pretty much brought things to a screeching halt around here. Our county’s emergency management agency has issued travel status of “essential travel only.” So I’ve been quite happily tucked away inside for the day.
Jim Murphy does a great job with upper middle age non-fiction here, just as he did in The Great Fire. While most people have heard of the Great Chicago Fire, however, the New England blizzard of 1888 is unfamiliar territory for most readers. Murphy’s vivid descriptions, primary source material, and use of contemporary illustrations bring this frightening monster storm to life.
I’m so glad the days now will be getting longer! Winter, you don’t know it, but your days are numbered!
This is one of my favorite books (love of all things UK showing here). I own a copy and reread it every few years at Christmas time. It has the understated drama of Pilcher’s writing, life-like characters, and the beauty of Scotland at Christmas. Rosamunde Pilcher retired from writing in 2000; this was the last of her novels, which is disappointing. I consider it her best and like it much better than her perennially popular The Shell Seekers. September is another of my favorites.
Time to “fall back” out of daylight saving time.
I’ll miss the daylight in the evening (what little there is), but will enjoy the extra hour of sleep tonight.
Only about seven weeks until the winter solstice when we can start adding daylight minutes!
[One of my goals after hitting 100 posts is to do more book reviews or at least comments upon books and authors, so here goes.]
I’ve never really cared for David Baldacci, but I’ll admit up front I’m not a big thriller reader. The reviews for this one in particular were pretty bad. I did read his The Christmas Train
and mildly enjoyed it, but a lot of that was for the train travel itself. The only thing in this genre I’ve read recently was The President’s Henchman (Jim McGill)
by Joseph Flynn, which wasn’t too bad.