It's been raining almost incessantly since Friday afternoon. There's something about the rain that makes me want to stay inside and curl up in front of the fire with a book, a cup of hot tea, and a cat or two. It feels cozy to be inside and sheltered while the weather is terrible outside. Sometimes, though, I love to be outside when it's raining. It feels so Dutch to be walking in the rain, with or without an umbrella (my favorite word in French.)* To me, rainy days are L.M. Montgomery days. There's just something so very Anne about curling up with a book while the rain is pouring down. And again, it seems so Anne-like to dance in the rain. But really what I meant is that rainy days seem like such good days to read Anne. I don't know why, but books like that are some of my favorites to read on days like today.
On a somewhat unrelated note, I'm in the middle of so many books right now. Tomorrow for school we start The Great Gatsby and How Should We Then Live. Besides school, I'm reading the Brothers Karamazov,** Northanger Abbey, and re-reading Paperdoll. I have Jesus Freaks I and II sitting on my bookshelf, barely started, and I can't keep those forever because I don't own them. As I'm sitting here, I'm contemplating starting Anne of Green Gables, and the only reason I haven't is because I don't know where it is. Someday I need to finish David Copperfield or at least attempt it. At least for now I have to read the Brothers Karamazov. I read the back, so I know what happens, but I want to finish it anyways.
*translated: parapluie (pear-ooo-plee)
**I actually spelled it almost right on my first try