The past three days, my family and I have been away on a holiday - not too far away, but not too close. We stayed by a lake with beautiful scenery. I am so blessed to live where I do! This trip has only shown me more of the wild, magical beauty of my homeland.
We stopped at a used bookstore on the way to our destination, and I picked up quite a few books! Eleven, to be precise. I was a little unsure as to whether I would be able to find room for them all, but I did. Well, most of them. (This is going to be mostly a list...feel free to skip if you wish.) I found three books of Sir Walter Scott's; The Fair Maid of Perth, The Pirate, and his poetry. I also stumbled across a lovely little version of Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe, and a book by H. G. Wells about the same size with a captivating title - Tales of Wonder. A collection of Wordsworth was added to my pile, as well as paperback copies of The Sword and the Stone by T. H. White, The Princess Bride by William Goldman and Bednob and Broomstick by Mary Norton. Then I found Freckles by Gene Stratton Porter, which I have wanted to read for quite a while. So I got that too. I think that's all of them. No, wait! I also found a wonderful copy of Peter Pan. Now I have three - two hardcover and one paperback. I'm a very contented bookworm at the moment.
I am so happy to be Canadian!