I did collapse into bed last night, only to wake up at 2:30 AM. Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, as they say. I was fully and totally awake and there was nothing to be done about it. I remember this happening with Thomas, too. I would get up, eat a snack, and watch a movie. I remember I watching really UPLIFTING stuff like The Last King of Scotland. What was I thinking? Also, Breakfast at Tiffany's, which I found oddly depressing. This time, maybe I'll just pull out my Pride and Prejudice BBC miniseries, because that is something that is NEVER wrong.
Speaking of Jane Austen, I still have TWO to read if I am to complete my year of Jane Austen. I have Northanger Abbey and Mansfield Park left. I've been keeping Mansfield Park for last, because I know I love the story already (yes, from the movie). So I just have to pick up Northanger Abbey, and finally there is an annotated version out. I like to bounce back and forth between an annotated version and a regular, not-annotated one, I've found. So, I need to get busy. I've been trying to read from my own bookshelves (and the library, of course, because I'm addicted) and pulled Wallace Stegner's Crossing to Safety out the other day. It had been highly recommended by my local independent bookstore and then I also read about it in The End of Your Life Book Club, which obviously I loved, but also felt terribly inadequate by the time I was done with it. But I do like it - Crossing to Safety - but have a long list of books to add to my birthday and Christmas list - why are there so many new, amazing books out that simply MUST be read?