Not Bleak At All

I’ve been doing a TON of reading this semester. Reading two or more books simultaneously has proven to be a challenge, but so far my sanity is still intact. I think. What have I been working on? Take, for example, the following:

Bleak House. Nine-hundred and eighty-nine pages of Charles Dickens at his best. I know not everyone out there is a Dickens fan; but if you are, then get thee to a bookstore or library as fast as you can and pick up this book. When I saw this book at the university bookstore–I was buying my textbooks for this semester–I panicked. But I am proud to say that I read it from cover to cover, and I adore this novel.

I just rented the BBC interpretation of the novel (starring Gillian Anderson as Lady Dedlock), and I’m enjoying that as well. Oh, how I love the Victorians!

Too Cold to Write

Oh, pardon me, could you direct me to whoever is in charge of the weather around these parts? I thought that one of the perks of living near the land that Mickey built was that the temperatures were in the moderate range this time of year. We like to save our extreme temps for when it gets oppressively hot around, say, June. Now the extremes are in the opposite direction–it’s bone-chillingly cold around here. Mr. Gore, I thought you said the ice caps were melting and that the planet was getting hotter–um, what?

I miss wearing my sandals. Now excuse me while I go crank up the heater.