Review: A Company of Swans by Eva Ibbotson

A Company of Swans CoverTitle: A Company of Swans
Author: Eva Ibbotson
Series: Stand-alone
Genre: Historical Romance (YA)
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For nineteen-year-old Harriet Morton, life in 1912 Cambridge is as dry and dull as a biscuit. Her stuffy academic father and her oppressive aunt Louisa allow her only one outlet, ballet. There, in Madam Lavarre’s famed school, Harriet is finally able to come to life for a few hours each week. When a Russian ballet master comes to class searching for dancers to fill the corps of his ballet company before their South American tour, Harriet’s world changes. He chooses her to be the “eighteenth swan.” Defying her father’s wishes and narrowly escaping the clutches of the man who wishes to marry her, Harriet sneaks off to join the Russian ballet on their journey to the Amazon. There, in the wild, lush jungle, they perform Swan Lake in grand golden opera houses for the wealthy and culture-deprived rubber barons, and Harriet meets Rom Verney, the handsome and mysterious British exile who owns the most ornate opera house. Utterly enchanted by both the exotic surroundings and by Rom’s affections, Harriet is swept away by her new life, completely unaware that her father and would-be fiancé have begun to track her down….

My friend Kayla recommended this to me and I’m really glad she did because I enjoyed reading A Company of Swans a lot.  The love story was so sweet and the heroine and hero are very likable, especially the hero. I actually found myself dreaming about them when I went to sleep last night.

I loved that the story is very clean.  The romance is there, but it wasn’t gratuitous.  I found myself laughing out loud at a few spots and grinning at others. The characters are exciting and evoke every emotion you can feel based on their actions.

My only disappointment, as with many other stories, whether it be a book or a movie, is that it ended too soon.  I always want more, but stories without conflict don’t sell very well.

Am I Really That Old?

Some time in January, I found what I thought was a gray hair.  I plucked it out because I wanted to see it more closely.  Upon further examination, I couldn’t determine if it was gray or just a really light shade of blond.  Today, the same thing happened.  Again, I can’t tell if it’s really gray.  But, the thought of going gray scares me a little bit.  I know some people go prematurely gray.  In fact, I have two friends that started going gray in their teenage years.  I just wasn’t expecting to go gray for a little while longer, that’s all.

It’s so hard for me to accept these two possible gray hairs into the fold because I don’t really think of myself as grown up or an adult. I know I’m 30 almost 31, but I have a hard time referring to myself as a woman.  I still think of myself as a young woman, a female, or just a girl.

I know growing old isn’t a bad thing and I think I’ll always love celebrating my birthday no matter how old I get.  I also don’t care if people know how old I am.  Age has never bothered me.  But, the thought of growing up, being more responsible, and growing further away from my childhood is what scares me.

Over the last few years, I’ve done a lot of growing up, thanks to my counselor.  She knows that the idea of responsibility and not having any fun scares me.  However, as I’ve been growing up, I’ve realized it’s not all bad.  I enjoy a lot of aspects of adulthood–being married, having my own place, not having to answer to my parents anymore, etc.  But, I still have a huge longing for the days of my childhood when I could play with my toys or games almost all day.  Or, when a problem arose, it was my parents’ or older siblings’ responsibility to fix.

If these two hairs are really gray, I’ll learn to accept it.  It’s just another part of life I need to experience.

New Nightly Routine

As I mentioned in the post Lifestyle Changes, sometimes it takes me longer to fall asleep because of Dax.  I thought I’d share what has happened.

Normally, Dax sleeps on Corey in the middle of the night, or I should say used to sleep on Corey in the middle of the night.  He enjoyed it because she helped keep him warm.  Sometimes, however, she likes to cuddle up with me under my blanket before she moves (or I push her) over to her usual spot on Corey.

Last Thursday, when I was moving her, she caught a glimpse of something on my blanket and she went crazy. That entire night, she kept trying to get whatever it was that she saw.  I kept pushing her off and she kept coming right back.  We even tried spanking her a few times, but it made no difference (never has).  Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep.

All day Friday, I kept wondering what could’ve happened to make her go crazy like that.  Normally, when I go to bed, Corey lays in bed and works on his computer for about an hour.  Thursday night, however, he was really tired and just went to bed.  I wondered if having no glow from the lap top made a difference.  I also wondered if my sun-bright display on my clock was somehow making a difference.  (Seriously, whoever made the display on that clock forgot the dim or off button! It usually faces away from me at night.  Otherwise, it’s like having a flashlight in my eyes.)

Before we went to bed on Friday, I moved the clock into the other room to see if that would help.  It didn’t.  Corey was even on his computer and it made no difference.  We tried putting her in the back room, but other than her constant meowing to be let out, Cassie and Tigger were really stressed that we locked Dax in the room.  We let her out and since Corey doesn’t mind if Dax’s on him at night, we tried switching sides on the bed.  She followed me to the other side. At that point, we thought that maybe it was my blanket.  (Remember, Corey and I sleep with separate blankets.)  After sharing a blanket and saying a prayer, she finally calmed down for the night. Hallelujah!

On Saturday, Corey and I slept with the same blanket again because I didn’t get to my blanket when I did the laundry.  We still had to deal with her being crazy for a little bit, but not as long as we had the previous two nights. Thanks goodness for small miracles!

I washed my blanket on Sunday to see if there was something on it that she was attracted to.  Nope, she still perched herself on my stomach or back as she had been doing and watched for whatever it was she thought she saw on Thursday.  Before we feel asleep Sunday night, she started running around again and we finally saw what she saw.  Our curtain was cracked just enough to let some light through.  I closed the curtain so that no light came through.  For the most part, she stopped running around on top of me because the light was gone.

As of Sunday night, the light has been gone, but she still stays on me just in case it might come back. After a while, I don’t like to have her on me because I get uncomfortable.  I’ve tried pushing her over to Corey, but she just won’t go! Last night I put the squirt bottle on my nightstand.  When she got on me, I squirted her.  Thankfully, she left.  But, in the wee hours of the morning, she came back.

I guess the most evil part of this whole thing is that until Thursday, she didn’t care.  There was light there before, but something on Thursday changed.  I’m wondering if the “senior” cat food is making the difference.  Cassie has been losing too much weight, so we thought it was time to move him to the senior food.  (He and Tigger have been seniors for about three years now.)  It has helped them, but since Dax is shy of being a senior by a year and a half, I wonder if it’s giving her more energy than usual, which is the last thing she needs.  With more energy, she’ll be like the Energizer Bunny on crack since she already has enough energy to power a small city.

Since Thursday, we’ve been praying for her to be calm, which definitely helps.  Hopefully, however, she’ll calm down for good, go back to her normal self, and let me go to sleep.

Lifestyle Changes

I just thought I’d report on my progress with my lifestyle changes I mentioned in the post A New Plan.  I know it’s only been a week, but I feel like I’ve been doing great so I want to toot my own horn for a moment!

First, I have lost three pounds! I’m so excited that my hard work is paying off.  I’ve been keeping my calorie intake to 1200-1700 calories a day and I exercised every day this week, except Sunday.  I also have increased my water intake.  I drink about 9-11 cups a day.  (If you know me, that in and of itself is an accomplishment.)

I thought I’d be hungry, but surprisingly, I’m not.  Special K has protein bars and protein water mixes that help you feel full longer.  I usually eat one bar a day and use one packet of protein water mix a day between meals as a snack.  The nice thing is they taste great, not awful like the Atkins crap!  They’re also sweet (with little sugar and calories), so they help curb my sweet tooth.  I haven’t eaten a single Oreo or a piece of chocolate cake, even though they’re both in my house right now.

The exercising is kicking my butt!  I get so winded because I’m so out of shape, but my muscles are sore the next day, so I know it’s working.  Each time I do it, it gets a little easier.  I just need to get coordinated enough now to do the arms and legs together!

I’ve also been going to bed at 10:00 pm like I wanted to.  I don’t usually fall asleep until 11:00 pm or later because Dax decides she wants to chase light streaks on my blanket.  (That’s another story for a later time!) But, I’ve been able to get up and be on time to work every day since Thursday.  In fact, I’m normally 15 minutes early and the first one on my team to arrive.  I’m quite proud of myself.  On Friday and Saturday, I stayed up until 11:00 pm, but I felt that it’d be okay to do that since it’s only an hour difference.

I’ve never felt better than I do now, except maybe when I was a child and could go for hours on end without tiring.  Even if I hadn’t seen a three-pound weight loss right away, I’d still realize these changes are making a difference because I feel better, I have more energy, and I seem happier.