A while back I posted about my confoundedness … confundity … confoundation …… my inability to comprehend the game Free Cell. Inevitably, I am now mildly addicted. I cannot leave a question unanswered.


Hopefully unrelated to the previous paragraph (ahem): My back is killing me. I’ve got a knot or something under my left shoulderblade and it hurts even to breathe deeply. I feel like I need someone to press really hard right there with the heel of their hands. A loud pop would not be entirely unexpected.

This morning I finished reading The Widow of the South, by Robert Hicks. I am not a book reviewer, so drop your expectations of what follows. I liked it. It made me feel like the characters were real people having real experiences while I read the book. As you can probably surmise from the title and the cover art, it’s a book set in the American Civil War. That period in time fascinates me because of the idea of such violence between people who were neighbors and countrymen just before and just afterward. Specifically, this book deals with the experiences of one battle, arguably the one determining the end of the Confederacy, the Battle of Franklin. A plantation manor has been made into a hospital and the unique woman who lives there provides care to the wounded. I was engrossed. As a disclaimer, the book contains the stuff you’d expect a book about war to contain (violence, bad* language) as well as some descriptions of prostitution and references to adultery. So yeah. And, as in most of humanity and especially during war, the lines between right and wrong are blurry. But hey, that’s what makes this book great for the book clubs, right?

Anyway, I enjoyed it. Next I want to read Bleak House, by Charles Dickens. I tried to get it out at the library last week but someone has had it out for quite a while. That’s quite a coincidence, since the book has circulated only about 6 times in the past 90 years. What are the chances of two people in this town wanting to read Bleak House at the same time? I ask you.
*I refuse to call swearing and other vulgarities “adult” language. It’s not a sign of maturity, so why should it be labelled with that implication?

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