Finally reading that (those) book(s) I always meant to...

I just arrived home earlier than I would have expected from the Clue party I went to. I figured I'd plug in for a second to check up on some administrative details, but now I find myself making a late night entry. As to the party, for all of you who want to know the details, Mr. Green committed the murder tonight. However, the game was kind of botched to some extent. People were showing each other their cards, forming Clue alliances, all the stuff you could think could happen at such a party. However, much to my chagrin, no one made out with any dead bodies in order to create a distraction.

Costumes to note were the lovely, proper Mrs. Peacock (Karen) and myself, of course, as Mrs. White (the flames!). The men all kind of showed up in suits of one sort or the other. I couldn't really tell who was who except for Tom. Tom arrived outfitted in a fabulous velvet plum blazer. Tom - nice call - many women love velvet by the way.

Ok, so on to the real topic of this entry. Quite appropriately, for an entry at 11:00pm on a Saturday evening, the topic is reading.

I actually have some time this summer to dabble in the world of fiction. I am ecstatic. Last night I decided upon which book I will read, Nabokov's Lolita. Truth be told, I only have seen the movie, and not even the original. I saw the version with Jeremy Irons that came out on Showtime back in 1998 or something.

So while tonight millions of munchkins are devouring their Hogwarts editions and reading about a certain gifted wizard in training, I will settle down to H. H. and his caustic affection for a certain nymphet called Lo. Sounds good to me.