I was just sure that my hospital experience was going to be a piece of cake so I went prepared for leisure. I took a book and a magazine and was prepared to watch my favorite shows if I had to stay the night. It wasn't very leisurely at all. I read not one word (although I did check email because I have an iPhone/Twitter sickness) and I didn't turn on the television until 9 p.m. I tried to watch "In Plain Sight" while I sat on the side of the bed and ate my first food for the day (soup) and dozed in and out until I ate enough to take the blessed pills. What I am saying is: no books.
First I read The Truth by Terry Pratchett. This is one of those Discworld books, a satiric look at how newspeople operate and their role in society (I think). As always, very funny, sly and clever. Plus, there's a talking dog. You know I'm in. The cover of my copy wasn't nearly as interesting as this one, though.
I'm pretty sure when I take these back to the library, I'm going to see what's to be had in the Laura Ingalls Wilder line. I read them all, one after another, when I was a girl. Can they be as good as I remember?
Talking dogs, demons, and prairie stories in a single post. How many people do you know who'd try that? I would never have guessed Buffy was going to show up on this blog either. I hope that's what you'd call being "well read" (if you're being kind).