My body doesn't remember how to go to bed early and wake up early.
I'm exhausted. Too exhausted, dear friends, to write an adequately entertaining post for you.
But I've got one planned. I'm reading a certain novel by a certain dead author whose name may or may not be Ernest Hemmingway. And when I finish, you can be sure I'll write a post and tell you all about what a debacle-- I mean, pleasure it was.
In fact, I'm going to start a new BLOG SERIES!
Leah's Literary Adventures!
I can't promise it'll be every week. But I can promise that I'll have a special focus on classic literature that's supposed to be the bee's knees, but is actually pretty overrated. So if you know of any books you'd like to see torn apart, feel free to leave them in the comments!
In the meantime, if you're looking for an entertaining post about books to keep you occupied, here's one from the archives:
When Good Writers Go Bad