bridge the lacuna

to use my other new word in a sentence, i did not want there to be a lacuna between summer and autumn in terms of my reading. (lacuna--a gap, hole, abyss. which makes me curious as to barbara kingsolver's book of the same title, as i had always wrongly associated the word with something tropical like a lagoon or something exotic like a new mexican cooking technique). i just finished reading three books: "the firefly letters" by margarita engle (which we found because we thought it said 'madeleine l'engle' as in, 'why haven't i heard of this title by her before?--later--ohhh, that's why'...) "the child that books built" by francis spufford (as recommended in "the reading zone" by nancy atwell) and "delancey" by molly wizenburg about when her husband brandon opens a pizzaria in seattle (i sense a roadtrip!). molly is the author of "a homemade life" and has a lovely blog (only voted best food blog in the world by the london times!) called "orangette" (check out www.orangette.blogspot.com, *image credit in this entry is molly's). since it's been too hot to bake during the day, i stayed up to finish her book while zesting an orange and chopping figs, soaking pistachios in honey yogurt and cracking open our own eggs so that i would have delicious morning oatmeal bars when i woke to the coolness of a new sunday morning breezing through the window. i'm excited about my new pile of books as well: "the gardener of versailles: my life in the world's grandest garden" by alain baraton (gardener-in-chief at the palace of versailles), "frances and bernard" a book of letters by carlene bauer, and the second in the maisie dobbs mystery series, "birds of a feather" by jacqueline winspeare. that should keep me busy for at least a couple of days.