Happy Sunday! I’ve had a rather eventful (for me) weekend: I went to the mall to return a couple of shirts and a skirt that’s just waaay too short for me. Later I coerced my mom into going to get pedicures, and then some grocery shopping.. Today was more laid-back, but I did do a lot of reading this morning and polished up my resume for a job interview tomorrow (same company, different position and in a different location). It’s a good job, but the commute if I get the job will be longer.
My reading this week has been about average. Over the past two weeks, I read my first two Virago Modern Classics: Frost in May and Invitation to the Walt, neither of which I totally loved but were good. I also read The Crowded Street by Winifred Holtby, Child of the Morning, by Pauline Gedge, and Dracula, by Love, by Syrie James—much better than I expected it to be.
I’m currently reading two books: I’m limping through the second book in the Brothers of Gwynedd quartet, and I have to say that I’m not favorably impressed. With further reading, it doesn’t get much better. I’m also reading The Transformation of Bartholomew Fortuno, a novel set around Barnum’s Museum of Curiosities in 1865. The premise is interesting, but the book so far is failing to grab me. I don’t know, maybe I’m having a reading slump… nothing seems appealing right now.