not quite Book Eight - AngelMonster by Veronica Bennett

My 48 hours have come to a rather ignominious end; I had such a bad headache and sore throat last night, I've only gotten 68 pages into my last book. It's an interesting one, a portrait of Mary Shelley as a 16 year old idiot in love. Very dramatic, with lots of teen appeal. Hopefully I will get over associating it with wanting to bury myself in a dark hole and finish it later.

Now to spend today watering the plants and doing the laundry! Have fun, those of you still in your 48 hours! I look forward to reading the summaries on Monday.