Glorious news! I can now spell ‘prejudice’ without the help of spell check. It – and this will blow your mind – doesn’t have two d’s.
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
I can’t read Alice In Wonderland right now – the artwork in my library edition is off-putting.
It’s just not pretty and my books must have:
- epic dragon illustrations
- pretty illustrations
- no illustrations
… but I’m going to push through. Probably. Or I’ll put it on my kindle and read it without any drawings whatsoever.
Once upon a time, I read Wintersong. The front cover was pretty. The sequel has just landed in my kindle because I rather thought that though I disliked the first quite intensely, it made me think about validation and where we draw it from.
Perhaps this sequel would give me an issue to ponder, was my line of thinking. But then I read the introduction and it had a trigger warning for suicide ideation, and said that this book was the author dealing with her monsters.
It’s not that I have anything against authors fighting their demons through the written word, it’s just that I never think ‘well, gee, let me read about someone fighting their demons in a book duology that I liked just as much as I like liver and onions.’
LADY JANE GREY: NINE DAY QUEEN OF ENGLAND
Fun fact: I once saw the back of the author’s head. (It was, I rush to assure you, attached to the rest of her body.)
Now, I have a reread of My Lady Jane planned for this year, but it is comparatively flippant to the actual reality. (Flippant, but hysterically funny.)
I rather hoped the ending would change, but apparently history is set in stone and you can’t change it.
Lady Jane’s letter to her sister had a quote that quite struck me:
‘Live still to die … and trust not that the tenderness of your age shall lengthen your life; for as soon (if God call) goeth the young as the old: and labour always to learn to die …
She was sixteen years old, and that letter was the last she ever wrote.
PRIDE AND PREJUDICE
I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice before. Yes, yes – I’ve watched the movies, the T.V shows … all of that jazz, but I’ve never read the actual book.
But it has now been consumed, and it is with great astonishment that I discovered that it was quite wonderful. Just as good as everyone said it was. I am now eating enormous quantities of humble pie.
Behold, my pride – it has toppled! My years of prejudice have taken a bruising fall! And yes, I shall admit it: Mr. Darcy is very romantic.
(Is it better than Georgette Heyer’s books though? Hmm …)