That’s what I’m doing today, as often as I can.
Yesterday afternoon, I sat in the shade at my son’s school, the sounds of soccer practice in the background, and read eight pages of The Three Musketeers, and a paragraph of the Book of Tea (BookMooched! and recommended a long time ago by Ms. Make Tea Not War). This is from the Three Musketeers (the new Richard Pevear translation):
…d’Artagnan turned out to be, morally as well as physically, an exact copy of Cervantes’s hero, to whom we so happily compared him when our duties as historian made it necessary for us to draw his portrait. Don Quixote took windmills for giants and sheep for armies; d’Artagnan took every smile for an insult and every glance for a provocation.
Wonderful, don’t you think? There are hundreds more pages, but I know I’m going to like this. (Underneath The Book of Tea? A Boden catalogue — the children’s clothes are nice, and this is the first time I’ve seen the adult line. I was struck by how much a catalogue is about selling you a way of life. And that Johnnie Boden sounds a lot like J. Peterman. The catalogue text is very chatty.)