Deep dark depression, excessive misery.....
Any one remember that? We were forced to watch Hee-Haw as children and I clearly remember laying on the floor, chin propped up in hands waiting for that bit and/or the cartoon pigs to dance across the bottom of the screen.
That probably explains a great deal about me.
I suppose it's the weather bringing the gloom to mind.
And what better than a ghost story on such a gloomy day, so close to Halloween?
I'm currently reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. It's about a little boy who is raised by ghosts in a graveyard. It's a children's book, not quite YA. The story is enchanting.
Also reading A Midwife's Tale, a non-fiction book by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich. She has taken the diary kept by Martha Ballard between the years 1785-1812 and used it as a guide to explore different aspects of the community of Hallowell, Maine in that time period. Very interesting read.
Jason brought home a stack o' books to review so I'll probably start getting into them soon. (Isn't that just a biblioholic's dream come true? Free books brought right to the house?)
Cool rainy day, warm lap cats, good books.
Maybe it ain't so gloomy.
Loki sez: I'll be your little ray of sunshine!