Did I get mildly distracted last night when I should have been writing this...? It's possible.
I don't care even a little about football (I kind of hate it, in fact), but you can't take the Philly out of the girl. Go Birds.
Yesterday's distraction was more of the "let me unpack the treasure trove of symbolism and brilliant messaging in this half-time show" variety, and then it was of the "Broad Street knows how to take a 'please don't climb the lamp posts' warning to heart" variety. Before all that, I swear I did get plenty of reading done. Not unlike one of my favorite Eagles. Okay, I'll stop...
Another few chapters of The Poppy War audiobook (I did warn you I consume audiobooks very slowly), and it's still excellent. I know there is far more that will undo me soon to come...
I started House of Frank — thank you dearly for the votes — and wouldn't you know, it's every bit as cozy and charming and lovely and heartaching as I was told it would be. A quick read, I'm nearly halfway through it now and plan to finish it sometime today or tomorrow.
This week's dissertation prep involved less assigned reading and more of my own tentative research into my topic, and no, I'm not telling until I draft the proposal, so shush. I will say, though, that Virgil plays a role as does Ovid, so should you have any interest in Ancient Roman epic poetry, I offer up The Aeneid and Metamorphoses for your consideration.
Finally, I will admit to a couple of *ahem* guilty pleasures via Kindle freebies. Was Prince of Lust as... erudite as my other picks for this week? Um, no. Neither was Mafia and Maid, yet here we are.
Coming up this week, I'm looking forward to reading All About Love one more time before (finally) returning it to my sister-in-law (thanks, Alex).
