Been busy so haven't been writing in a while. I just started reading Isabel Allende's absolutely fantastic novel Fortune's Daughter. It's a long time since I've laughed this much over a book, including Roddy Doyle's The Snapper, which, according to my teacher, is supposed to be funny. It didn't quite make my Smil-O-Meter skyrocket but it was definitely worth reading. Or as Lord Byron said: "Even a bad book is a book".
My Impossible Love has started to get realistic, eventhough I still act like Eliza in the first part of Fortune's Daughter.
