Dearest Journal,

I ventured into town yesterday. I suppose that is odd to say, seeing as I now live in town. Perhaps a better way to state it is that I went to Diagon Alley to purchase some books today. I must have spent hours pouring over different novels. You know how I enjoy a good story of romance. I had thought that with my own romance these would tickle my fancy. Yet each book I cracked open hardly held my attention, even Miss Isolde Bennet’s newest work did nothing to hold my attention, and you, my dear friend, are well aware of my enjoyment of her works. Hardly knowing what else to do I bought several, including Miss Bennet’s book, and brought them home. But once home they hardly kept my attention!

I have never known a story to not capture my attention on a dull day, but as I sat in my room waiting for Ace to return I found that they did not. Each story seemed pale and lifeless compared to what my dear husband and I share. I found myself disappointed with each suitor presented in the early pages of the book as Ace would have done something so much more charming than what they did. I must have started three books yesterday all to the same affect. Perhaps if I read further into them they may yet hold more promise. Or perhaps I simply did not choose these books wisely. I shall have to continue to pursue them in hopes that they may alleviate my doldrums.

When Ace gets home I may see if he has any suggestions, or perhaps Mrs. Lukeson might know a book that I would like. The Lukeson House does have a library, that may yet hold more options for me than the bookstore. Afterall I feel as if I’ve read half the stories on the shelves of such stores since I graduated from Hogwarts. I suppose I’ve never quite gotten use to the downtime that no longer having lessons has given me. I wonder if that will go away with time.

Lucille