It is the second day of the NaNoWriMo and I'm off to a good start with 2863 words under my belt. Only 47,137 left to go. ;) And I already have friends lined up to read my book when it's published, uh, I mean, when I'm done. My husband is rooting for me too. It's so nice to have a support system. I'm sure I will be relying on it by the second week.
For those who didn't hear yet, I finished the mammoth Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. Getting that chunkster off my shelves will make room for 2 or 3 books in its place. Yay! I'm halfway through The 19th Wife which is living up to all the hype. I'm curious to solve the mystery in the modern story thread but the real magic of the book lies in the historic accounts of Ann Elisa, the ex-wife of Brigham Young. Good stuff that. When that book is complete I will be picking up another historical fiction, Sarah's Key. It's funny, when I was in school I hated history. Now I can't seem to get enough of it. Has anyone else experienced this phenomenon due to reading?