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... Okay, the first day is not one I wish to write about. Nothing going on but sickness and moaning. Well, not moaning out loud. Just about. Cracking headache came on by evening, as I hadn't managed to get and keep any tea down till then, and I had one line of a song (a good Kings of Leon song, but still) stuck in my head, going over and over and over and the day kept passing in 15 minute increments and fever by nighttime too.
The second day was infinitely better, as it involved no more throwing up AND I was able to read. I started the day with an umpteenth reread of Catherine, Called Birdy, and then interrupted that to polish off the just-arrived Perks of Being a Wallflower. (Thanks for the rec,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vcmw .) I really liked it a lot, cried all over it, and then started having thoughts about it - you know, like you really want to discuss it with someone who's read it, because you've got niggles kind of thoughts.
I hadn't realised quite how long ago it came out, and everyone who's interested has probably read it already, but( behind a cut for the niggles anyway. )
When I finished that, the day was far from over, and I still hadn't eaten anything, so wasn't capable of getting up, and Bec brought me The Westing Game, which I'd never read - imagine! That was perfect for the day that was in it, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
The third day of the etc, I still wasn't able to eat proper food, and felt oddly reluctant to start a reread of The King of Attolia, so did all the puzzles I could get my hands on. Then I reread The King of Attolia, and enjoyed every second of it, naturally. Well, everyship except the four fastest second except the ones in which I read the line about Gen being a 'king of kings' - I devoutly hope the next book doesn't move him too far in the direction of the Alexander. I still think what the God of the Thieves tells Gen on the rooftop and his response and the perfect realness of their relationship is right up there as one of my favourite moments in a book ever.
The fourth day was getting better, and I was up and down, rather than just down. No settled reading, though a bit of catching-up on the Christmas knitting, which isn't looking too good just now. (Nor are cards, other presents, and the dinner itself was a bit shaky-looking until this afternoon.) And a bit of comfort from Anne of the Island.
The fifth day (we're up to yesterday now, so not much more to go) I was driven by necessity to try to get somewhere, only to find my car battery was dead. Friendly garage guys were as wonderful as always, and came up and jump-started and took the car away. I went back to bed. And - well, I won't say much except that I had some fantastic reading, and cried all over the place, and it was allsartorias 's doing.
This morning Jeffrey Overstreet's Auralia's Colors (recommended by - everybody?sartorias, for sure, I think?) arrived, and I've started it, though partial up-and-about-ness means I'll be back to slow reading. And steepholm should be over the Irish Sea, heading in the right direction, at this very minute! (Massive headach today meant I'm not allowed go out to the airport to meet him there. Sniff.)
The second day was infinitely better, as it involved no more throwing up AND I was able to read. I started the day with an umpteenth reread of Catherine, Called Birdy, and then interrupted that to polish off the just-arrived Perks of Being a Wallflower. (Thanks for the rec,
vcmw .) I really liked it a lot, cried all over it, and then started having thoughts about it - you know, like you really want to discuss it with someone who's read it, because you've got niggles kind of thoughts.I hadn't realised quite how long ago it came out, and everyone who's interested has probably read it already, but( behind a cut for the niggles anyway. )
When I finished that, the day was far from over, and I still hadn't eaten anything, so wasn't capable of getting up, and Bec brought me The Westing Game, which I'd never read - imagine! That was perfect for the day that was in it, and I enjoyed it thoroughly.
The third day of the etc, I still wasn't able to eat proper food, and felt oddly reluctant to start a reread of The King of Attolia, so did all the puzzles I could get my hands on. Then I reread The King of Attolia, and enjoyed every second of it, naturally. Well, every
The fourth day was getting better, and I was up and down, rather than just down. No settled reading, though a bit of catching-up on the Christmas knitting, which isn't looking too good just now. (Nor are cards, other presents, and the dinner itself was a bit shaky-looking until this afternoon.) And a bit of comfort from Anne of the Island.
The fifth day (we're up to yesterday now, so not much more to go) I was driven by necessity to try to get somewhere, only to find my car battery was dead. Friendly garage guys were as wonderful as always, and came up and jump-started and took the car away. I went back to bed. And - well, I won't say much except that I had some fantastic reading, and cried all over the place, and it was all
sartorias 's doing. This morning Jeffrey Overstreet's Auralia's Colors (recommended by - everybody?
sartorias, for sure, I think?) arrived, and I've started it, though partial up-and-about-ness means I'll be back to slow reading. And steepholm should be over the Irish Sea, heading in the right direction, at this very minute! (Massive headach today meant I'm not allowed go out to the airport to meet him there. Sniff.) 
