book read

Judith mcNaught, Every Breath You Take (2005). Contemporary romance. Whitney My Love and Almost Heaven were two of the first romance novels I ever read, when I was in college, and I don't think I'd read any McNaught since. It was interesting to see how consistent her characters are - the hero always conficted and dark, the heroine with an innocence (despite in this case, said innocence being rather improbable). This was competently done but nothing spectacular - I took it out of the donations box for giveaway reading at work, remembering Almost Heaven, which I loved, and will return it there.

My real dilemma is, do I add it to my LibraryThing list or not? I think I do, tagged "read don't own", with a link here for the review.

I am unburying my desk, to make way for the financial paperwork I'll have to do later. I have also washed dishes, done laundry, and cleaned up child toy disaster. And eaten ice cream. Everyone else is still asleep.

I've still got it

Phew. Aced the GREs, at least, as far as I know, with the essay section as yet ungraded. I felt a little that I was missing the point I was supposed to be making in the essays, but hope he poor schlubs who have to grade them are s stunned by my command of spelling and grammar and general ability to write coherent sentences that they won't worry about that too much. On the math section I struggled and bewailed the fact that the ONLY time I have used many of these concepts since, oh, 10th grade has been in stupid standardized tests. And then my 'optional' experimental section as math and it was really easy and I was like, "Oh, the test was giving me hard questions because I was GOOD." And, I was.

( If you want to see my score (I wish I hadn't told mr. flea; it made him feel bad.) )