Lately I've been on a kick of reading historical romances - for the most part, I've never really read them before, or at least not too many, because it frustrates me to read about women who can't show their ankles without scandal. I mostly come away with a gratitude that I didn't live back then. I would not have made a good, demure miss. Good thing I live in these times where snark is welcomed and ankles are acceptable.
But despite all that, I've been devouring them over the last few weeks - at least the ones with a sense of humor. Without the chuckles, I can't take the rest of it. I'm not sure why they appeal right now... maybe because I'm overwhelmed with my life and as an escape, historical fiction can't get much further from my reality? Who knows?
Anyone got any good recommendations? I'm working my way through the ones suggested by Facebook :)
My husband is the kind of guy that starts playing Christmas music the second Thanksgiving is over (and probably would do so sooner if his wife weren't such a grinch). My main issue with it is that my brain is stuck on record and there's only so many times I can have "I want a hippopotamus for Christmas" drift through my cranium before I want to murder people.
So I tend to limit my exposure a bit.
And, as I realized the other night, it's probably because I'm a December baby and I'm used to not starting to celebrate Christmas until after my birthday, so I'm used to a much shorter holiday season.
At any rate, are you singing Christmas carols yet?