Now I've finished the Soseki manga, all my current reading books are door-stoppers. So for a day at The Little Girls' I popped a copy of Anne of Ingleside into the backpack. (Picked up a half dozen of the Anne books off the sidewalk last May, figuring you never know when they'll come in handy, and anyway I'm sure I haven't read half of those six.)
Little Girls went out skating with their father for an hour, so I opened my book. Transpires: a) I *have* read Anne of Ingleside, several times and b) the Suck Fairy has been at L.M. Montgomery in a big way. Yuck, blecch, let me out of here.