I meant to blog yesterday, but really wasn't feeling well, so we blog today instead. I finished A Garland for Girls by Louisa May Alcott while on the subway Tuesday night. There's really not much to say about it. It's a collection of sweet, moral-driven stories that are all about charity, faith, and helping others. I love Louisa May Alcott, so they were a nice read; much simpler than Little Women, but very nicely told. My copy is also about a hundred years old, so there were a few nice watercolour illustrations too. Not really much else to say other than that I liked them, and that those who get why they were written will like them too, although most will find them too moralistic and maybe a bit preachy.
Now I'm reading Amsterdam by Ian McEwan. I'm finding it really hard to get into though, and I might have to put it aside in favour of something else. Maybe I'll start reading The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary by Simon Winchester. I just bought it today, and it seems really good, we'll see.