I call this one: Picnic Area Closed

I finished a fantastic book yesterday: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. If you haven't read it yet, you're lucky because you have something to look forward to. I've been close to the end for ages but I have such a hard time reading right before bed these days. On the weekdays I'm fried and I'll read a chapter or two and then I can't remember anything the next day and I'm too lazy to read it again.

During this book I got some characters confused. But it's over 800 pages and I was happy to be there for most of it. I woke up at 3am yesterday but I was thrilled because I was wide awake and had no interruptions and could finish the book.

It's about magicians in England in the early 1800's and it has so many incredible details, and footnotes and side stories and background stuff that it became hard for me to believe the author had made it all up. (She does blend in some actual historical figures, I understand that she didn't make those up). I chose a few things to check online and everything lead back to the author. What an imagination.

It's not raining at this second and it would be a good time to get back out there and hack at the roses, except my hands and arms are sore from yesterday. Perhaps a more powerful pair of nippers is needed.