In the matter of...
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell: A Novel
by Susanna Clarke
I’m still working on it. Fantasy, magicians, fairies and the British navy aren’t exactly my favorite topics, but I’ve reached the point of no return. I simply must find out what happens.

I wish Rick were more interested in reading fiction because this would be of some interest to him, expecially since he has visited some of the places mentioned. (Tho the statues in Yorkminster weren’t talking the day he was there.) But I’ve been giving him little snippets of synopses over dinner. When the crickets in the terrarium aren’t drowning me out. (I’m most appreciative that the author didn’t attempt to recreate Yorkshire dialect. That made me nuts when I read The Secret Garden. It wasn’t much fun when I read The Secret Garden aloud to the girls. I’m no Meryl Streep.)