Oh goodness, well, you know, my level of coherance this week isn't up to deliberately taking pictures of the tiny bits of the many projects that speak to me - or picking just one, in fact. I posted off another commission, though, and am dyeing more yarn this week. I'm not really passionate about anything I'm actually working on, it's killing time until something grabs me, or until I get time to do a big gloriously colourful dye session. I'm looking forwards to starting my next commission though: I've been asked to knit Jupiter. :) The yarn is drying as I type.
I *did* start The Night Circus. I didn't have any knitting that was particularly portable to take to the park. Once I got past the first three pages, I was hooked, and I devoured half of it in one sitting (and the other half the next day). It is a beautiful haunting perfection of a book: gothic and playful and bizarre and bitter and addictive and soothing and rich and transporting and clever.
It turned out to be one of those books that I could live in. And need to re-read straight away. I adore this book. It has been a while since I could really rave about something.
I didn't think it would click; the introduction just didn't seem to promise all that much. Maybe I was in such a funk that nothing *could* click. I'm not exactly feeling lighter, but I'm functioning again (and reading again, which is quite possibly the same thing where I'm concerned). I'm so very glad I didn't put this book down before giving it a proper chance.