What a beautiful afternoon! I donned my cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs and rode my scooter acoss the highway to the marketplace at the town square. I had forty dollars in crisp twenty-dollar bills in my wallet and planned to spend every cent. Which I did. I parked behind the table occupied by Fraser Lake Public Library volunteers. There were some good books on hand, but I already have three partially read books by my bedside.

I have a book for every mood. I recently discovered the wit and wisdom in my husband’s Calvin and Hobbes cartoon books. I once thought an adult who enjoyed reading about a bratty child that talked to a stuffed toy had to be mentally deficient. Not true. There’s a smile, a grin and a guffaw on every page.

I borrowed a John Grisham book from the library last week. I was sure it was one I’d not read before. Halfway through, I detected a sense of familiarity in the storyline. So disappointing that the characters had previously travelled through my brain.

John Grisham is my favourite late night read. He doesn’t expound on the blood and gore as much as some other authors. His murder novels are all about catching a killer and making sure they get their just desserts.

Lately I’ve been engrossed in a nonfiction book written by a Human Rights lawyer who walked the streets of  Sarajevo and other war torn cities in search of justice for innocent victims of murderous snipers etc. I had to put that book down for awhile. Too much blood, gore and horror. And the worst part was that it really happened.

I headed home with a scooter basket full of frozen lasagna, fresh lasagna, a cinnamon bun for my husband and a copy of my niece LeEtta’s book which she had illustrated beautifully, in collaboration with her friend Jim’s poetry. Food for the belly and food for the soul.