Ugh. I have a cold. And last week I had the stomach flu. And three weeks before that I had consumption. Clearly my immune system is on the fritz. Or it has been compromised by alien life forces. Either way, I am tired - TIRED - of being sick.
Did you know that I wasn't sick once last year? Well, sick enough to take time off of work. I didn't miss a single day of work due to illness. I think it's safe to say that Chiquita is some sort of magical healing talisman. As if I needed any more reason to miss her.
So I've been cooped up for a few days and it's absolutely gorgeous around here and I thought that maybe some sunshine might be beneficial to my health so I strolled around Victoria Gardens for an hour. It sounds pretty, huh. Like a proper British garden. But it's actually an outdoor mall. But as far as malls go it is a lovely one. When I was done strolling I headed into Borders and, as the Book Buying Moratorium is back on, I jotted down book titles to find at the library.
This got me thinking that I haven't asked for book recommendations in a while. I would much rather try out a book that is tested by someone I trust then to go into one cold. So, why don't you tell me the best book you read last year. Don't be shy. I'm counting on you.