Amsterdam by Ian McEwan is my next text for book club. I know nothing about it. I’ve not even flipped it over to read the back cover. Even though our book club won’t meet for another couple of weeks I’m going to get started on it tonight because this morning I got a bee in my bonnet that I must read Anna Karenina again. I must. Really I must. I do, however, always feel a little guilty when I re-read an already re-read text. Heavy is the thought that there are only limited reading hours and effectively limitless texts to read.
I’m still knitting a jacket for baby O. I’ve finished both the left and right fronts now and last night made a start on a sleeve. I cast on three times before I got all the way past the ribbing. One mistake or another led me to unravel my work. It really was that kind of day. Then, more than a few centimetres into the stocking stitch I released that I had misread the pattern and it needed to be unravelled again.
I didn’t have the heart to do it just before going to sleep. So I set it aside and frogged it today. (I just love that word “frogged”. I feel like a real knitter now that I’m getting my head around some of the lingo.)
I’ll cast on again tonight… and this time I am really really really going to concentrate. Me thinks it won’t really matter if I do or don’t though. Yesterday was hard going and today has been a breeze.
Have you read Amsterdam? Did you enjoy it?
What texts do you like to read over and over? Or are you a once is enough type?
Done any frogging lately?
Joining in with Ginny’s Yarn Along.