There would probably come a time in Thursday Next's life when she didn't care if she never stepped foot in The Great Library of the BookWorld again. That time wasn't now. A few weeks ago, she had lost contact with her Jurisfiction associates inside fiction. Shortly after, Thursday realised that she had also lost the ability to read herself into ( Read more... )

Friday was home with a cold so Thursday was home as well, keeping an eye on him. He had finally fallen asleep and she was happy to take a few minutes to have lunch and write a letter ( Read more... )