A [collective noun] of Unas

[altariel]

I've read two books this week that each contained a character called Una. One was Provocation by Charlotte Grimshaw, a hard-boiled-ish crime thriller set in Auckland. The other was The New House at Winwood, by Clare Mallory, a girls' school story set near Dunedin. Two Una-tastic novels, both set in New Zealand. Neither Una was particularly brilliant, to be honest, which was a slight disappointment. Let's pretend that they're called "Yoo-na" then.

As an aside, The New House at Winwood was just great: it read like a political thriller. Winwood School has a new head, who has - in the term prior to the book starting - carried out all kinds of changes: tighter rules on sweets and sports and going into town and, worst of all, she has built a new house, accommodating forty new girls. The girls from the two old houses swear they will have nothing to do with the girls from the new house. But the Head has a number of cunning plans up her sleeve, not least moving two of the most popular old girls over to the new house, and making one of them head girl... So, really, a book about putting down a rebellion and generating a political consensus. Inspired. Loved it.

While we're on the subject of people called Una, here's that meme:

"Take a picture of yourself right now. Don't change your clothes. Don't fix your hair. Just take a picture. Post that picture with no editing. (Except maybe to get the image size down to something reasonable. Don’t go posting an eight megapixel image.) Include these instructions."

I went to bed with a migraine last night, and I've spent the day in bed reading paperbacks. So this is what I look like the day after a migraine, having spent a day in bed reading paperbacks. (You should be able to see the bed and a pillow behind me.) I look more like one of my brothers than I usually do. Oh, and you can see the new specs of repute.

Comments

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Glad you're feeling better! :s

New specs are always exciting, it's amazing how they can change the way one feels about one's face, even if I think a lot of time people don't notice them half as much as one thinks. Or at least, I'm always surprised at how rarely people seem to notice whether or not I'm wearing my glasses, or forget that I *wear* glasses.

[altariel.livejournal.com]

people don't notice them half as much as one thinks

When I went to the christening the other week, I was wearing the new specs and a pair of high-heeled, knee-length boots. "You look like Una," said friend-and-mother-of-baby suspiciously, "but you're not wearing her shoes." She didn't notice the specs until I pointed them out!

[toft-froggy.livejournal.com]

Heee. But then, if you're wearing world-crushing boots, you can hardly expect people to notice a piffling thing like glasses. Why aren't there photos up of the boots, that's what I want to know.

[altariel.livejournal.com]

Now, kalypso_v has a picture of the boots, from a wedding we both attended before Christmas.

Sadly, at the christening, someone knocked the contents of several wine glasses over them, and my once lovely stretchy fabric boots are not as lovely as they once were :-(