Despite the lack of posting, I have actually continued reading. Most recently completed was ***The Last Camel Died at Noon|http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0446363383/qid=1089336206/sr=8-10/ref=pd_ka_10/002-6457907-6007237?v=glance&s=books&n=507846*** by Elizabeth Peters.

Peters has written numerous adventure novels set in Egypt in the late 1800s. The main characters in this one were Amelia and Reginald Emerson, famous British archaeologists. While studying in Egypt they wind up captured by a rogue group of desert folk… and the drama continues.

I enjoyed reading the book, but I can’t say it was a really gripping novel. Because I love the study of Ancient Egypt the tales of Pyramids and mummies fascinated me, but the story itself sometimes dragged on a bit.

Just before that trip to Egypt I finished my second Gabriel Garcia Marquez novel, ***Love in the Time of Cholera|http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/140003468X/qid=1089336835/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_1/002-6457907-6007237***. I was thoroughly enthralled in the relationships that Marquez draws between people and families in the Carribean. I love how I can leave Beverly behind and jump right in to the world in the author’s head.

There was one passage in Cholera that I thought some gals from Gordon might relate to and so I’ll pass it along: [note, the author is describing the picky eating habits of one main character]

qqq| When it was time to eat, it could not be anything, but just what he wanted, and with no defects… At the mere hint of a doubt, he would push aside his plate and say: “This meal has been prepared without love.” In that sphere he would achieve moments of a fantastic inspiration. Once he tasted some chamomile tea and sent it back, saying only, “this stuff tastes of window.” Both [his wife] and the servants were surprised because they had never heard of anyone who had drunk boiled window, but when they tried the tea in an effort to understand, they understood: it did taste of window. |qqq