The title of this post is misleading. it's only the reading this week that has resulted in rage and confusion. I started a new book last Thursday, and I was sick and felt sorry for myself, so I decided to read the next Reed Brothers book - Proving Paul's Promise. These started out as a romance series, but now every single character has a baby. That's not romantic. And, in my world at least, saying 'I want to put a baby in you" is the least sexy thing it is possible to say. So, as some sort of penance after that I decided to read Slaughterhouse Five. I've read some Kurt Vonnegut before and they have been fine, if confusing. This is meant to be his best book. I hate it. It makes no sense, it's bizarre and tedious and I don't know why I'm still reading it, but I'm determined to finish it, even though I'm hating every word.
Aside from that everything is both calm and the same as last week. I'm tootling around the border of Rams and Yowes and listening to The Once and Future King. It's a big border and a big book, so they go well together!
Pop over to Ginny's blog to see what she, and the rest of the yarn-along, are up to this week.