Current Book list for the ignorant at heart

Well, here are the titles of books that are scattered all over my office floor, and which I am devouring (devour being a good word for fairy tales because someone is always being devoured or shoved into a pot of steaming reptiles in the Brothers Grim tales--Methinks they must have lacked a mother's love) HA HA HA

The Annotated Classic Faery Tales - Maria Tatar
A Medieval Book of Seasons- mare Collins & Virginia Davis
A whisper of Blood- Edited By Ellen Datlow (12 stories of vampirism)
Medieval Folklore- Carl Lindahl, John McNamara, John Lindow
The hard facts of the Grimms' Fairy Tales - Maria Tatar
The Brothers' Grimm -From Enchanted Forests to the Modern World-Jack Zipes
From the Beast to the Blonde- Marina Warner
The Later Middle Ages 1272-1485 by George Holmes
The Fairy Tale, The Magic Mirror Of Imagination -Steven Swann Jones

Now this is not all that my travels have brought me but only a tiny little bit of interesting non-fiction. The librarians here in my lovely little quaint town have started tittering back and forth among themselves. I can hear them talking as I stack the books up. "She's not really going to read all that in three weeks is she?" another answers with a confused expression knotted between her eyes..."I belive she is going to try." The other brings a hand to her lips. "Wonder what she is doing, do you think she is a writer?" A look of surprise on Mrs. Doubtful's face. "She might be a writer, too young to be a student, shall we go ask her?"

Well, of course, their curiosity got the better of them and they gathered around my pile of dusty weathered volumes of the Middle Ages and Folklore and they approached like a gaggle of geese after a trail of bread crumbs put before them.

So here I sit, weathered with dark circles beneath my eyes from my trip earlier in the week to the library, surrounded by books.

Now my normal librarians are used to me asking them questions, where to find things. So when I went to the main library I knew exactly where to look...I wanted the non-fiction 898.00 and went from there. This threw them, of course, because I knew where I was going and most people tend to wander the shelves looking hopelessly lost. I, however, was on a mission! A mission from Lady Jane. See, these lovely ladies do not know My Lady Jane, or that Lady Jane has piqued my curiosity from the moment I met her. So they were curious about this middle aged woman who looked weary to the bone pouring over volumes of old, old literature.

"Can we help you find something?" one asked.
I smiled at them being the friendly sort that I am. "No, I believe I've got my hands full at the moment, I'm just trying to narrow down my search."

"Are you researching Fairy tales?"
"Why yes, I am actually." I replied.
The older lady looked extremely pleased, and then with one finger to her cheek she asked what she truly wanted to know. "Are you a writer?"

Now this is the question that I always dread. I know it sounds stupid and moronic but what do you say? Yes, I have a couple of short stories published but that no where near makes me what I term a writer. A writer is someone who has devoted their lives to books, to writing the best fiction they can muster. Me? I'm only on the leading precipice of the edge of the world, or so it seems. So I'm in a quandary as to what to respond to these dear, sweet old ladies. (One was wearing gold tennis shoes! I swear it's true!)

So I reply. "Of a sort I guess."
Well, I might as well have told them that I had hung the moon. Their faces lit up with glee and then the other questions started. Thirty minutes of questions. I kept praying that someone would need some help somewhere and they would be called back to duty. I felt over my head and see Lady Jane will not alone me to breathe a word about what we are writing, so I told them to go check out the Enchantments website and that that would kind of give them an idea of what we are writing. (I laughed internally at this because Lady Jane and I have not put too much information up there) But finally I must have answered all their questions satisfactorily because then they politely wandered off and told me that if I needed anything, just anything to let them know. Oh, and if I mentioned their names in our books, wouldn't that be quite nice!!!
Geesh! What a day!

So now I'm back to hitting the books, with David Arkenstone on the cd player, and a wonderful pic of Viggo on my desk to drool over! I'm set for the night! This is all your fault Lady Jane!!!!!
All your fault!!!!

Miss Sweet Pea
who doesn't believe she has half a brain left after all of this...