I have SO MANY library books out. I don't know why I thought I could read so much while I was sick. I had great ambitions for myself, but it turned out that I couldn't even hold a book, let alone concentrate on what I was reading. I ended up spending the first two or three weeks laying on the sofa and watching mindless TV that I didn't have to think about. I guess pain-killing drugs will do that to you.
For the past two weeks or so I have decided I really need to get these books read and back to the library. My co-workers have been great renewing them all the time, but I really have to return some.
Today I finished the third book. Three books in two weeks isn't so bad. This was a children's history book, but was so good! It's called The American Story: 100 true tales from American history by Jennifer Armstrong. It starts in the 1600s and ends up in the year 2000. Most of it I already knew, but I actually learned some things from it. I was a history major in college and love reading history books. I always say you can't know where you're going, if you don't know where you've been.
I wish I had a time machine and could visit some of these places in the past. But I have a feeling that the past we glamorize so much wouldn't really be as much fun as we think it was if we actually had to live in it.