I was going to write a post about books tonight, honest.

But instead I got caught up in one.

The Perilous Gard, by Elizabeth Marie Pope, author of The Sherwood Ring, which you know I loved. Jane checked Perilous Gard out of the library after we both devoured Sherwood, and before she had finished reading it she had declared it to be a keeper. So now we have a copy, and she urged me to put it at the top of my pile, and I wasn’t three chapters in before I understood why. But I can’t tell you anything about it right now: must. go. finish.