I read The Kitchen House this weekend and it was very good, if a bit predictable. It's the story of an Irish child brought to a plantation as an indentured servant in the late 1700's who is raised by slaves and grows up to eventually marry the man that owns the place. When I closed the book what stuck with me was that I really do not understand why the main character didn't grow a pair and kill her husband. Maybe after he beat her senseless but before he sold off the child she called her daughter would have been a good time to get that job done. She had a husband who passed out drunk everyday and a house full of opium at her disposal. It would have been easy. There was already one dead body in the privy and there wouldn't have been a lack of volunteers to help get rid of this one. Just sayin'. It would have saved everyone a lot of heartache.
There's a sequel to this book and I might pick it up at some point. I don't know.
The little man is used to spending time running around outside and so the snow has really put a cramp in his style. He's really into books and blocks and pulling Bee's tail right now. I gave him a handful of colorful fabric scraps that he likes to sort through and put into a bucket. The majority of the day my house looks like this:
Lots to do this week. I think we're going to get a Christmas tree and hopefully finish holiday shopping.