I read "Mr Darcy's Daughters" which was written in 2003 and is a sort of sequel to "Pride and Prejudice" in the manner of "Scarlett" being the sequel to "Gone With The Wind" - and true to that manner it wasn't true to the characters, the environment, the writing style, or the amount of sex in the book. Though Mr Darcy's daughters are, happily, exactly the same as Mr Bennett's daughters, even down to Lizzy/Camilla being the second-eldest and there being two insanely flirtatious daft ones.
Then I started to read Naomi Wolf's "The Beauty Myth" but the second chapter is about work and the devaluing of work done by women and my blood started to boil, so I stopped. I will read it on holiday where my blood can boil in comfort.
I am also taking three Jasper Ffordes, as instructed by my Assistant Librarian (I always listen to her, she's great), and probably "What Mothers Do" and "How to suppress women's writing", as I want to reread them before I send them back to their rightful owner.
All the Christmas presents are now wrapped and ready to be posted. Rob will probably post them tomorrow while I wait in for someone to collect two computer monitors. He's also going to Kinko's to print off our e-tickets for the holiday.
We spontaneously invited friends around to dinner last night because as the three of us were coming home from town, Linnea decided we were to go and visit "Nickynickyis", so she and I went and rang the bell. There was no answer, so she knocked. There was no answer, so she made me ring the bell again. There was no answer, so I said "We'll go home," and she cried. She sat down. She knocked on the door again. It was hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time. So we invited Nickynickyis to dinner, along with Luke, when they eventually did come home.
New words are still rolling in very fast. The biggest thing now is that F is reliably pronounceable - she can now actually say "fish" just about every time she tries.
And waking at seven and napping in the afternoon and going to bed at a reasonable time seems to be working. Now it's just my personal insomnia that needs to be sorted out. I see the doctor tomorrow at lunchtime.