Hey, thanks to everyone who made in-flight reading suggestions after my last post. I ended up swinging through the not-bad-at-all bookstore at YVR and picking up Alexander McCall Smith's The 2 1/2 Pillars of Wisdom: The Portuguese Irregular Verbs Trilogy because look at me! I'm so cocksure of my ability to read on a plane with a baby that I can read a TRILOGY.
Except... it's been a full day and a half since I purchased the book and I still haven't even cracked the spine. Because not only did I grossly overestimate my ability to wrangle both young Master Sam* and a paperback on a plane, I also didn't take into consideration the falling-asleep-at-night-much-less-napping-in-a-strange-bed factor that has resulted in me having to accompany Sam on all his trips to dreamland. I'm not as choked about this as you might think because, much as I'd like to grab a little reading time, I rather like visiting dreamland. Have you tried this "sleep" thing? It's phenomenal. I may just make a habit of this.
I think I'm looking forward to getting into Pillars of Wisdom, despite the fact that I haven't heard anything about it, a fact that usually makes me wary. I've read some of the books in McCall's No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series and rather liked them, especially Morality for Beautiful Girls. But really I was suckered in to this book by the fact that the title contains the phrase "irregular verbs." Because I'm a nerd like that.
Also, the second book in the trilogy is entitled The Finer Points of Sausage Dogs, and what can I say? I have a (non-Freudian, I swear) thing about weiner dogs. There's a guy in my neighbourhood who drives a wheelchair and has THREE weiner dogs who all range out on their little leashes in front him, making the entire chair-and-dog arrangement look not unlike a pack of teeny sled dogs. Every time I see this guy and his pack of weiners, I fight the urge to yell "Mush!"
My friend the Baco-Vegetarian once told me that in Prague (or is it Berlin?) almost every home has a weiner dog, and that fact alone made me want to book a one-way ticket to Prague (or Berlin). You can count on one thing: when I do, I'll make sure I PACK A BOOK.
*To give Sam his due, he was a trooper throughout the flight. He had a little nap, ate some snacks, and generally larked about with nary a meltdown in sight. But still. He's eleven and a half months old. What was I thinking?