So remember when we used to read and talk about books on this blog? Me too.
The trouble is that 10 days ago Jane Eyre was walking toward the church with Mr. Rochester and I just couldn't go on. I couldn't bear to think of the two people waiting for her inside and the terrible secret locked in the attic.
I let it sit for a few days and just this afternoon (cuddled in a chair with a heating pad and the smell of a Christmas tree wafting around me) I finished. So can we talk about Jane next week? Maybe on Friday? Does that give you enough notice?
Good. Friday it is.