Me & the Mrs., on the couch, reading

Last night was just a typical night at the Spencer residence. Me and the Mrs. on the couch, reading. I raced through to the end of the Axis, by Robert Charles Wilson. A fascinating scifi thriller and the second in a trilogy, of which judgment will have to be withheld until the the third book comes out. That will either confirm the genius of the entire structure, or reveal it as a flimsy house of cards. We'll just have to wait and see.



Meanwhile, the Mrs., who had rummaged through an old box of children's books, had found Susan Cooper's Arthurian legend spin-ff, Over Sea, Under Stone. This is the first in a series (apparently, imaginative fiction that is not part of a "series" does not exist). I read it long ago, but don't remember it well, except that I enjoyed it.



But the fun part of the evening was seeing the look in Laurie's eyes as she read. They were as wide as saucers, as fixed and intent as a chess champion's, and seemingly "filled" with the images and emotions of Cooper's writing.

Ah, books.