The girls and hubby headed east on Thursday afternoon towards the University. They had a tour scheduled for 8:30 on Friday morning. Everything went off as planned and they had a lovely visit to campus. That bastion of high education stays on the short list. Up next is a trip west, out of state, to another SEC school where Red and not Orange is the color of choice. I'm expecting a bit of a different vibe at the next visit as that school is situated in a more defined campus setting instead of a downtown setting. We will also be heading southeast to visit another Red themed university as we discovered all out of state tuition is waived with the ACT score the oldest has achieved. Options. Choices. Decisions.
I think our heads are all spinning a bit, but that is a good thing. Good problems to have.
I did quite a bit of reading over my 4 day weekend. I finished the Faythe Sanders book. Good urban fantasy, nothing fabulous, but a solid story. Then I moved on to a new author for me, Lucy Weston. Lucy is allegedly the Lucy of Dracula/Bram Stoker fame. Apparently vampires are now writing novels.....hehehe. So, Lucy has been on the run from the other vampires in England and stumbled across some journals. Said journals were kept at Windsor and only 'unearthed' several years back when the castle was on fire. Lucy got her hands on them and learned Elizabeth I not only wrote them, but revealed she is a hereditary vampire slayer.
Yup. What a fun premise! Throw in a thousand year old king of the vampires named Mordred, the ghost of Anne Boleyn, a mentoring spirit named Morgaine, along with the familiar faces of Tudor England and you have quite the rollicking story.
Pure fluffy, mindless, reading pleasure. Take some Arthurian legend, some Tudor bits and bobs and of course vampires, mix it all together and put it in a book. Very fun indeed.
Now I'm reading the first novel in a mystery series set in Arthurian England. This is not the England of shiny, gleaming Camelot, but more of a gritty, 'realistic' vision of who Arthur could have been and what life during that time would have been like. Our sleuth was one of Arthur's warriors, until he lost an arm. Now Malgwyn is a scribe of sorts, when he isn't solving mysteries for Arthur, who in this first book, is merely a war chief. So far I'm enjoying this story, a lot. I like the characterizations of these very familiar legends.
Okay, off to begin a shortened, but busy work week.