I'm reading Anthony Trollope's Barchester Towers. I'm not far into it, but it was good enough that it really tested my resolve to turn out the lights to get my desired # of hours of sleep!
Here's a snippet of what I read last night:
The baby really was delightful; he took his food with a will, stuck out his toes merrily when his legs were uncovered, and did not have fits. These are supposed to be the strongest points of baby perfection, and in all these our baby excelled.
Now, that's just funny!
