Welcome to another edition of The Sunday Salon…

A thick blanket of darkness has descended on the city and bright white sparkles now decorate the sky. A sweet breeze carrying the fragrance of fresh water from the nearby lake sweeps into my room through an open window as I curl up with my copy of The Last Unicorn.

Oh, that title sounds familiar, does it? I knew I couldn’t put anything past you. Yes, it’s the book I was also reading last Sunday. I intended to be finished with it by today, but this week’s deadlines have kept me busy. The good news is that I’ll probably finish it tonight before I close my eyes and allow my dreams to consume me.

Then, when I wake up tomorrow morning renewed, I will be able to crack the spine of my fresh copy of The Reluctant Widow while I sip on my hot cup of peppermint tea and nibble on my cherry Pop Tart.

Yep, sometimes life is very good.

For those of you who are curious, I’m just over halfway finished with The Last Unicorn and I am smitten. It’s absolutely enchanting each time I lose myself in the story of the unicorn’s journey—so far, it’s a hoot. Some might say that Mr. Beagle has gone overboard on the similes, but I feel they add a certain brightness to the tale, even in the darkest passages. One other thing I’m noticing is that it may not be a story for young kiddies—very descriptive and there’s one section that can be somewhat frightening.