I Suddenly Remembered My Charlemagne

I am home from Thunder Bay, and I don't have to do anything for the rest of the month.

Um, except write my book.

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I read ONE NIGHT FOR LOVE by Mary Balogh on the way home today. It's the story of Lily, who shows up again in the Survivors' Club books, and OH MY GOD, it was amazing. I want a hard cover of it, so that every time someone talks shit about romance novels, I can hit them over the head with it. It was so freaking good.

(Also, I totally over-identified with the heroine and CRIED MY EYES OUT in the airport lounge, and then read the last 100 pages or so on the plane grinning with absolute delight which I am sure confused my seat mate, but amused the hell out of the baby across the way from me, who according to his mother had just mastered waving and people, and was in a constant state of "HELLO!!!!" the whole time we were in the air.)

Good-bye internet! See you in Saskatchewan! I hope!

(Be nice to each other while I'm gone.) :)