I had kind of a crummy day today. Nothing major, just a bunch of little things that all added up to me being super cranky for most of the day. So when I got home, I decided to indulge myself, and I curled up with a book and hoped it would live up to my expectations. And it totally did.
I’ve been intrigued by Dairy Queen ever since I heard about it, which must have been three or four years ago. A book about a Wisconsin farm-girl deciding to go out for the football team? Right up my alley. Plus, several people whose taste I respect had said good things about it.
But my reading list is about a mile long, and my school library didn’t have a copy of it until sometime this year (and I pretty much only read things from my school at this point). So I didn’t get around to reading it until this afternoon, and I’m kind of glad. Because it totally pulled me out of the funk I’d been in all day.