In two weeks of reading I’ve finished “Catching Fire” and “Mocking Jay” in the Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins. Truly superb books all around. And I’ve started a cheesy Christian series that is one of Mama Griffith’s favorites from adolescence. The first book is called “The Crimson Tapestry” and I really love the history of it. The German Saxons are attacking Britain and there are druids in hiding and ancient weapons and bow making and all sorts of cool stuff that I love. The problem…purple prose. Or very flowery writing. So flowery that one must stop ones reading periodically and mumble “Huh?” to oneself while staring at the page with awe over the fact that the author managed to use at least one insurmountable vocabulary word per sentence sprinkled liberally with convoluted metaphors and dramatic bursts of emotional poetry. It brings a blinding spotlight of understanding to all of those times that my writing instructor urged me to keep it down to one metaphor per page. Nooooow I get it! But fun reading nonetheless.