I finished the hat. It’s improvised, and made so that folding the brim makes it a close-fitting beanie, but not folding gives it a slightly relaxed slouch. To be honest, I started decreasing too early, but it fits well nevertheless – I’ll just make a mental note for next time.
And now I’m back to working on the infinity that is the Lazy Summer Day Shawl. I’m too lazy to work on it. See the irony there?
I’ve figured out that I want to do about 10 hand-spans’ worth in length, and I’ve done two so far.
I’ve been finding it difficult to find books to read. I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, or by its blurb, but the mere mention of ‘mysterious beautiful immortal captivating bad boys’ is an instant turn off for me.
Inkheart (Cornelia Funke) was one of those books that everyone had heard of and read by Year 8, which probably had something to do with the movie adaptation coming out a few years earlier. At the time, I was reading lots -I think it may do you good to tell you that it is only because of this blog that I’ve recently begun to pick up more books. Which is great, really- but I just wasn’t interested in reading this one.
I don’t think I have a reason why, apart from the evolution of my reading tastes. I think that initially, it was because the book looked too long, except that that particular excuse is no longer valid, having read the entire Inheritance Cycle (Christopher Paolini).
For what it’s worth, I’m liking it so far, and I’m glad that I’m reading it now instead of four years ago. I don’t think I would’ve appreciated it very much.
On the other hand, I finished a series by Meg Cabot about Heather Wells, former teen pop sensation turned detective. I started the series two years ago, and I’ve since grown out of the informal, girl-talk writing style. Not to say the book isn’t good, just not my thing anymore.
How have your reading tastes changed over the years?