Funny thing about my name: It's misspelled.
My Dad has two versions of the Why I Named You Something You'll Have to Repeat and Spell for Everyone story.
Version 1) He loves astronomy. Lyra is a constellation. Lyra, (pronounced LEER-rah, no matter what movies with Nicole Kidman tell you otherwise) has a very feminine and pretty ring to it. He names me that, swearing it was spelled with an i.
Version 2) He has a little sister named Lori. My mom has a little sister named Sira. He combines the two out of love and respect to create Lira. He names me that.
Why two versions? Who cares. I'm sure 2 helped inspire 1 or vice versa. Either way, it's incredibly lovely and I know my father, who takes FIFTEEN minutes to find the PERFECT BIRTHDAY CARD at Hallmark, probably took the entire nine months I was gestating in the womb to settle on my name, thus insuring naming perfection.
Oh, you cruel, ironic world.
The Love of My Life is first generation American. His parents came from Italy. I am taking his last name when we marry so that my name will literally translate in Italian to:
Twelve Former Monetary Units of Italy.
And that's not all!
Lira, in French means "going to read," in the third person. As in, Claudette lira le livre. Or, if I were Claudette, "Lira lira le livre."
Which brings me to the point of this entire post:
I am now reading a book I borrowed from the library an accidental second time. For the second time! That's right, This is the second time I am reading a book I've already read! Deja Lu!
So I am asking for your book recommendations. I need them. I want them. I have to have them!
What have been your favorite books this year?