I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I haven't "blogged" about GREEN ACRES
since December 31 nor LITTLE DORRIT (which I'm sure
has an owl in it: it has everything else in it)
since December 8. That's right, I've stalled on both for a number of reasons, including an email from
McNeil about
ghosts and
time travel. Never mind why, but that email reminded me of a novel by
Daphne Du Maurier that
my mother recommended to me about 40 years ago but I forgot to read it. So now I'm finally reading THE HOUSE ON THE STRAND and I just got to a part where a
14th-century monk imitates an
owl.