I was bad yesterday. But by accident, so does that even really count? I got a root canal yesterday morning, and didn't go to work because I was told (by someone who has had a couple) that I would be in agony, and kind of out of it.
I was neither. In fact, the only issues I had was that I had to take out my lip ring (I worried a little that it would close up, but it went back in just fine) and that the dentist used latex gloves. Because I have to tell him a minimum of six times. Isn't that in my chart? Oh no, because someone confused the word 'latex' with 'penicillin'. I'm glad they're not real doctors. They do decent work and they're nice, but I really don't want them to confuse 'urine test' with 'kidney donor'.
Anyway, I spent the day organizing my new records (13 for less than $12 at this amazing little place downtown), playing Wii Sports (I'm amazing at boxing and baseball, not so good at tennis), and reading Grania. Grania is amazing. Morgan Llywelyn doesn't examine just a small piece of the story and leave you guessing at the rest. Some books just stop at the resolution of one issue, and I always wonder where things go, how things work out from there. Llywelyn gives you the whole picture; she goes from beginning to end. You know the characters, their lives, their connections and families as if they were your own personal friends. Grace O'Malley's whole life is laid out before the reader, every significant thing she has experienced and seen and felt is before our eyes, if only you're willing to dig into the 400+ pages.
A major draw, for me, is that it all takes place in the Elizabethan era. I am a fool for 16th century Europe, particularly England and the Tudor family. This has been an obsession for a few years now, when my best friend recommended to me The Other Boleyn Girl (which is a fantastic piece of historical fiction by Philippa Gregory).
I spent hours in Ireland last night, but plan to finish my stay this afternoon. The last page of a great book is always a bittersweet moment.