I am officially out of new “verras, dins, ochs, ayes, worrits, and Sassenachs”
That handsome fellow above is about as close as I can get to how I picture a one Mr. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. MAN! I’ve been so good, too. I devour books and I purposefully moved in slow-mo through Voyager. I mean, Pat brought it home for me (surprise) last Friday and here it is Wednesday and I just finished it. Verra unlike me.
So. The question is, “Can I wait 25 hours for Patrick to bring home The Fiery Cross?”
How long can a girl live without Jamie?!
(I promise I’ll have a much more in depth post about the Outlander series in the near future. There will even be some knit/crochet involved)
Toots
Chicken Betty 