It’s December, and it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, at least around our house. We spent all day yesterday putting up the Christmas decorations and getting out the music, which as played nearly non-stop. Also: C, A, and I spent most of the Thanksgiving break watching Dr. Who (After watching 9 and 10, I’ve decided I like the 9th. While I like David Tennant, his Doctor is too… frantic, which drives me nuts. Donna, however, is the best companion. So far.), which isn’t Christmas-y, but is fun, and explains why some of the books are the same from last month.

C was wandering around looking for a book to read (after bailing on a couple that didn’t hold her interest), and I reminded her that I picked up Ally Carter’s latest, United We Spy, a little while back. She was simultaneously embarrassed and happy: she’d forgotten she had this one in one of her favorite series to read!

A is still reading this one. She’s not done with it yet, not because she’s not interested, but because she keeps having to put it aside. She read The Christmas Carol (yes, the original, not an adaptation) for a book report for school and has tackled The View From Saturday (which she didn’t like at first, but eventually warmed up to) and Love, Ruby Lavender (she says it was sweet) for Battle of the Books. Mostly, though, she just wants to curl up and read Children of the Lamp. Also: we went to see Santa last night, and she asked for books. Lots of “real” books (he asked if she wanted books or e-books) for Christmas. That’s my girl.

K talked Hubby into reading Goblet of Fire out loud to her. She really loves listening to it (they’re only at the Yule Ball), and doesn’t miss a night reminding him to read to her. I think what she likes best is the Quidditch.

And now… on to Christmas!