Fly By Night

When I left work yesterday, the skies had recently decided that we needed more rain. Lots of it. All at once. It was pretty intense.

As a result, I was fairly unwilling to go out anywhere. So instead of braving the weather, I grabbed my Slavonic book to study. Unfortunately for the Slavonic and my study thereof, I have this problem. You see, the surest way to get me to read is to give me homework. Even if it's homework I want to do, I am more likely to get lost in reading.

Anyway, there was a book in the middle of my fiction section that was calling to me, and when I got close enough, it grabbed me. This was problematic, but books are tricky that way.

Fly By Night is a fantasy/adventure of the teen lit ilk. It is set in something not unlike Medieval England in much the same way that Lemony Snicket's series was set in not quite Victorian England. Its plot is reminiscent, though not a copy, of Avi's Crispin. Basically, this was exactly the sort of book that is guaranteed to devour me until every glorious word has been read. And devour it did.

It is for this reason and this reason alone that I am now facing the longest day of the week having had only four hours of sleep. That infernal book would not release me until I finished reading the final page at 2:30 am.

It was wonderful!