It's true. Or maybe traipsing round New York in the rain for five days is bad for you. Whatever. I'm not well. Or as we used to say in my family 'I'm not a tall well.' Don't ask. Me being unwell is very boring for me, and very boring for you. The only person it's not boring for is possibly my mother (Mum, if you're reading this, I HAVE had some paracetamol and a hot orange).
My sickness has, however, meant some quality reading time. I read The Adoration of Jenna Fox, by Mary E Pearson. It was a disturbing, thought-provoking read, and not at all what I was expecting. Genuinely creepy.
In the middle of the night, I also finished Will Grayson, Will Grayson, by John Green and David Levithan. Now this was a revelation. I don't normally go for books with boy protagonists, and this one had TWO (both called Will Grayson, oddly enough). But there was something about this book that gripped me from start to finish. I really cared about these characters, and wanted good things to happen to them. Highly recommended. (And I must investigate more books by these two... anyone got any recommendations for me?)
I'm flagging now, so I'll just leave you with this gratuitous Taylor Kitsch pic. It's practically medicinal.