Monday, October 6/2008

I'm trying to shake laryngitis, so we've mostly been in, which is a shame in view of the spectacular leaves.  Even without the leaves, Fredericton is such a pretty city.  It's been non-stop reading time for both J and I, though.  Within any random hand-span here there are at least two books I'd like to read.  Reading Nancy Mitford's Love in a Cold Climate and The Pursuit of Love.  J is reading Margaret MacMillan's Paris 1919, which would also be on my list if I had time.