After another day of school visits and computer5 stuff, I made dinner and then realized that I didn’t have to go anywhere or do anything.

This has been rare lately, so I made the most of it. I stationed myself in the front porch rocker and enjoyed the rain.

It is not quite like being on the beach, but you can see and smell moving water, so it is as close as we landlocked people are likely to get.

I also knitted up some more Plymouth Stone Cotton. It has a nice, crunchy sort of hand, a good cotton feel. We’ll see how it behaves in a garment, always the question with cotton.

#2 son came up when I was wearing the Bijoux Blouse and contemplating what to make with the Plymouth Stone Cotton and said “Isn’t that a little baggy?” And of course it is.bijouxblouse It’s designed that way, like a sweatshirt.

But I am not supposed to be wearing sweatshirts, so I determined to make something non-baggy for my next project, and I am making Cherry Bomb from Big Girl Knits. I reviewed that book here on May 13, 2006 (you can go look at it if you want by using the calendar buttons on the left) but haven’t actually made anything from it. In general, I don’t think reviews of knitting books by people who haven’t knitted anything from said books are useful. I sometimes get rather cross over ar Amazon when all the reviews of a knitting book I am considering are by people who have merely looked at the pictures. But this is my diary, so I can do that. After I knit something, then I go to Amazon and do a review as a good example.

Speaking of books, I am reading Resenting the Hero. It is science fiction. Lostarts recently told me I should read some science fiction. I do read some science fiction, actually. Considering that 40% of American adults never read any fiction and 3 books a year of any kind represents the national average, I probably read more than the average amount of science fiction. It is, however, a small fraction of the total number of books I read, so I was trying to mend my ways and got this book from Booksfree.

It reminds me why I don’t read much science fiction.

There is always a lot of explaining in science fiction. This is necessary to the genre. You can’t be having a world completely different from our own without explaining things, and have it make sense. My favorite science fiction authors — Suzette Haden Elgin, Harlan Ellison, Terry Pratchett, Elizabeth Scarborough, Christopher Moore, Peter David, Isaac Asimov, Douglas Adams — either manage to embed the explanations in the story or make the explanations as entertaining as the story itself.

Moira Moore, though she has some engaging characters and a good plot, thunks down the explanations in great dull chunks, or, worse yet, doesn’t explain things until you have quite lost the thread of the story for wondering what the heck she’s talking about.

I am going to finish the book, and I am even enjoying it, but it isn’t making me think “Gee, I should read more of this genre.”

There are a couple of genres that I never read. I never read horror, haven’t since reading The Exorcist back in the 1970s. Gothic novels, yes, including the classics that sometimes get included in the horror genre but are really just spooky. And I never read Westerns, unless you count Lonesome Dove.  I don’t read pornography or romantic suspense, either. And I guess that there are probably some genres I’m not aware of. I mean, there might be a whole canon of novels set in tattoo parlors, or ones that have vehicles as the characters, and I’ve missed them entirely.

Other than that, my tastes in books are pretty catholic. As long as they are well-written, I don’t care what genre they are in.#2 daughter and I are coming up on the deadline for our writing contest, though, so perhaps I should be reading more romance novels right now.

Not today, though, because I will be at the store. Since I haven’t been there since last week, I don’t know what I will be doing, but I am guessing that there will be a lot of cleaning involved. My husband has just politely requested that I do some cleaning at home, too, since that has sort of been bypassed in favor of work and partying.