Book #50: The Witches of Eastwick, by John Updike

I did it, Ma! I finally did it! Half of it, at least! It's been a while since I've been in grade school, but I have to assume that with all the curves and automatic extra credit and shameful coddling of underachievers (cough cough thanks Mr. AP Calc for not failing me cough oh my impetigo must be acting up again), fifty percent's gotta be, what, a B-? I can live with that. At least now I'll have time to sit back and catch up on my poor, neglected reviews. (If I treat my blog this way, can you even imagine how I would treat my children, god forbid I ever have any? Updike's titular witches, by the by, are a great example of how I would be as a mother. If you haven't read the book or seen the movie, they are not so good at the parenting. I'd also probably end up with a minister ranting against me in a Sunday sermon.)

Later, though. Now is mommy's nap time.

Books #48 & 49

The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary - Simon Winchester

The Book of Lost Things - John Connelly