For some reason I am having trouble getting into any book lately. There have been many days in the last few weeks that I never even pick up a book. Of the last three that I started, one was just too stupid and the other two I had already read. I have started Joy in the Morning now by Betty Smith (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn) and although it is not grabbing me, at least it isn't stupid. I hate that that's the best thing I can say about a book.
Rita brought over a few yesterday. One of which she earmarked for Megan called Emily of New Moon by L.M. Montgomery. That was a TV show on CBC that I used to watch and I liked so I'm going to read that one next (before I give it to Megan).