Jack the Ripper theories

Right, so I said I'd post them but didn't get a chance last night. Forgive any misspellings or whatnot today as I didn't get to bed until after midnight but was awakened first by the telephone (wrong number, of course) at 5:30 this morning and then by Alex at 6. Blah. I'm sleepy. Mistakes with grammar and spelling will more than likely abound in this entry.

Now, onto the ( theories )

I will warn you now. If, after reading that, you decide to read the book, don't read it when you are alone or at night. The facts were scary before, but now that she's got a plausible suspect, they are even more frightening. I've scared myself silly before with that book. I spent all last week sitting up until 10:30 when Jeff would get home because the book and my research into Sickert himself was enough to scare me silly. Also, try to have some pleasant background music on. Nothing haunting or deep... something silly and upbeat. It'll help. Just trust me.

Authors that visit your brain...

I'm reading a book today, just picked it up, for my book club. The plot interested me from the begining, so I gladly put in my vote to make it the February meeting discussion book. It's called Stones From the River by Ursula Hegi and so far, it's fantastic. Only, there is one thing. I think this woman sent her brain on a trip and it, upon finding my brain, took bits and pieces of me and used it for her book. Now, normally I'll find myself taking on a characters personality traits for awhile, but rarely, extremely rarely, do I find a character taking on mine. I already sympathize with the main character. She's a zwerge, a dwarf. I'm not a little person, not a medical sufferer of achondroplasia (spelling?), however I am about the height of one. I'm actually only a few inches taller than most little people I've met. But I don't have the genes that give me achondroplasia, nor do I have any of the physical characteristics, other than being short. But boy do I have the same social repercussions for it. The little girl, Trudi, upon entering her first year of school, is described as ( such: )

Dear God that was me as a child. I still love like that, wholey, innocently, quickly, and often times with devestating consequences for myself while the other suffers nothing. But criminy... I've never read a character in a book like that. It made me feel good to think a character is like me, but also very very vulnerable. It's just... I don't know. It's a good book, but it seems to be eerily following my childhood (minus the death of her mother) with strong forshadowing to my adolescence as well. It's a good book though. Has anybody else found themselves in a book they were reading?

On another note, have grown rather attached to the Stone Roses. Upon request of a friend, I listened to some of their music. I like it. :)

Have much to do in way of dishes and cleaning before I go to bed, so I best get to it.