Reading

After Eat, Pray, Love and Eats, Shoots, and Leaves I didn't do a lot of reading.  I couldn't really find anything that I liked just by looking at the library shelves.  This is partly because I didn't know what I wanted to read and partly because I always looked in the wrong places.  When Paul came home we got a public library card and he put a book on hold for me (how nice), one that he remembered me mentioning. 

I just finished The Help by Kathryn Stockett.  And it only recently occurred to me that "help" is a noun.  In my defense, when I first heard the title I didn't know what the book was about, and assumed it was some weird, catchy phrase, created by the editors to intrigue readers.  Titles don't have to make sense, right?  I mean I guess I knew it was a noun (because of "the") but thought of it more as "me helping you, and the help that I am giving you", or whatever.  And now that I'm reading and re-reading the title, I say it aloud and realize "help" is a weird word.

I spent about an hour trying to read Harry Potter a l'ecole des sorciers, but I don't know enough French.  However, I did learn a new word: hiboux.

I think I'll peruse Paul's dream books next.