Maybe it’s my current reading (Pride & Prejudice & Zombies by Jane Austen & Seth Grahame-Smith), but I’ve been having vivid dreams. The latest of which consisted of a science experiment at school involving woodlice which transmogrified into giant maggots (remember the Pertwee vintage Dr Who with maggots – but not quite so big and scary) which then hatched into psychedelic butterflies. Luckily that one ended up fairly happily – but I can’t explain it at all.
Then this morning I woke up, looked across at the bedroom reading pile and saw someone looking straight at me!
Then I realised it was the spine of a new arrival on my bookpile. The Heretic’s Daughter by Kathleen Kent about the Salem Witch Trials seen through the eyes of a ten year old girl whose mother is accused.
I’m going to have to move it!
Argh! I couldn't have that staring at me! I'd have to turn it spine in.