Oh, my goodness, whoa!

Life was busy before, and now it is just insane! Yesterday I had an uncomfortable, boring dental procedure, which means I can only drink (not that kind of drink, either) for four days. Then mushy foods (bring on the cream of wheat!) and then less mushy foods, for a bit of excitement after about a week.

And on top of this is the writing, and the life, and all that stuff.

As always, though, reading is my respite–this morning I finished Lisa Kleypas’s The Devil in Winter, which I liked a lot. I can definitely relate to a shy wallflower! And then I began the second in a post-apocalyptic YA, the first book of which made me sob–SOB!–at the end. So that is good.

I am hoping to persuade my husband to watch Jane Eyre with me, the one with Toby Stephens and Ruth Wilson. Because of me being all convalescent and all. I don’t think there’s been a definitive Jane Eyre yet, but there have been good ones.

Wish me luck on converting him to the cult of personality that is Mr. Rochester.

Which is your favorite version?

Megan