And breathe...

I woke up in a foul and vile mood this morning. I was not in a happy place with anyone in particular and anything in particular. But I have spent the morning talking sternly to myself, and have reached somewhat of an epiphany (and why do I always want to say nirvana, when I mean epiphany?). I think some of my issues have been (a) thinking that other people have all the answers and they are just not telling me, coupled with (b) a desire to know how everything will turn out. I am espousing a wait and see policy. I think that to be for the best, and may well lead to a calmer existance.

Have just finished reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Hmmmm. It leads me to wonder why. It was funny in places, but in others there was a clunky displacement of language, and I wondered to what avail. It left me with a sense that someone had decided after a drunken night out (or possibly during) that it would be a clever thing to do. It undoubtedly is clever, and some of the parodic imitation is very good indeed. But I still wonder what the point of it was, or whether it's a book by someone too unoriginal to write their own.

Dunno what to go on to next. But I am being drawn back to Pride and Prejudice. Given my extensive problems with sleeping over the last six months or so, it is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in need of sleep could do worse than curl up in bed for the weekend with a selection of Jane Austen books.