Nom de Plume

I am reminded of that e-mail that chronicles the day of a cat vs. that of a dog. The cat hatches nefarious plots to foil human attempts at domination while the while the dog bumbles through the day with Oh boy! Breakfast! My favorite! and Oh boy! A walk! My favorite! (Actually, it’s a pretty funny e-mail. You can read it here.)

In every day life, Steve is a dog (Oh boy! Bamboo! My favorite! Oh boy! Siberian Dogwood! My favorite!) and I am the cat (My plans for an heirloom vegetable garden were foiled yet again … the captor uprooted and tortured my spinach with Alaskan ferns … )

In the case of case, Sorcery and Cecilia, however, I am clearly the dog.

Oh boy! A Regency Austen-esque romp! My favorite! Oh boy! Intelligent kiddie lit! My favorite! Oh boy! A dash of Harry Potter-esque magic! My favorite.

Told through a series of letters, Sorcery and Cecilia chronicle the enchanted and romantic adventures of two English misses. One cousin is in London for the Season; the other is at home. Yet a mystery is afoot, and they center around a stolen, magical chocolate pot …Okay, I confess, I haven’t finished this one yet. But I will the moment I get home tonight because I’m itching to get back to it.