Recent Reads

I haven't updated my blog in way too long... we'll start with some books from the last few months, and an extended quote from one of the books...

Shakespeare reads:
-   The Comedy of Errors
-   Titus Andronicus
-   The Taming of the Shrew

Michael Connelly - The Black Box
Agatha Christie - Five Little Pigs

"...It seemed to Hercule Poirot almost certain that she had lived with that disability so long that she was now completely unconscious of it. And it occurred to him that of the five people in whom he had become interested as a result of the investigations, those who might have been said to start with the fullest advantages were not those who had actually wrested the most success and happiness from life.
     Elsa, who might have been said to have started with all advantages - youth, beauty, riches - had done worst. She was like a flower overtaken by untimely frost - still in bud but without life. Cecilia Williams, to outward appearances, had no assets of which to boast. Nevertheless, to Poirot's eye, there was no despondency there and no sense of failure. Miss Williams' life had been interesting to her - she was still interested in people and events. She had that enormous mental and moral advantage of a strict Victorian upbringing, denied to us in these days - she had done her duty in that station of life to which it had pleased God to call her, and that assurance encased her in an armor impregnable to the slings and darts of envy, discontent and regret. She had her memories, her small pleasures, made possible by stringent economies, and sufficient health and vigor to enable her still to be interested in life.
    Now, in Angela Warren - that young creature handicapped by disfigurement and its consequent humiliations - Poirot believed he saw a spirit strengthened by its necessary fight for confidence and assurance. The undisciplined schoolgirl had given place to a vital and forceful woman, a woman of considerable mental power and gifted with abundant energy to accomplish ambitious purposes. She was a woman, Poirot felt sure, both happy and successful. Her life was full and vivid and eminently enjoyable.
    She was not, incidentally, the type of woman that Poirot really liked..."

(Five Little Pigs by Agatha Christie; pg 129-131)