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Another Robin McKinley flew by, Rose Daughter (I've not been sleeping well this week). Fresh out of those for the moment, and I've re-read the shocking fairy detective novels too, and only have a couple more Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novels waiting for me on hold at the library. All this comfort reading is a big improvement on getting started on something new and important that I ought to be reading only to peter out of interest after a few pages, and I don't want to read anything else that gives me that reaction. Ever! So today I have resorted to one of the books I got at the Laura Spiess Memorial Book Swap last weekend: a big anthology of Classic Drama, which I picked up because it includes a copy of George Bernard Shaw's Caesar and Cleopatra. Careful, don't read all that other hard stuff! Shaw is so witty that I have never had that Ought To Read It problem with him.

Since we saw Antony and Cleopatra at APT I've been wishing they would follow it up with the Shaw, as I seem to recall Shaw wrote it in conscious response to Shakespeare. But I didn't recall the Shaw play all that well, not having read it in several decades, and now that I've looked at it, it's even less likely to be produced than I thought Mrs. Warren's Profession would be, this one full of racial and political and religious stuff. War in the middle east, two thousand years ago, and a hundred years ago... And I had thought Cleopatra being so very underaged and bratty would be an issue. Well, they actually did Mrs. Warren, so a girl can dream.