Spent several hours at the Family History Library up in Salt Lake researching my ancestors from Polanco (Santander, Spain). I also discovered all the language books they have up there — quite a treasure trove.

I began reading Jane Eyre this evening. Before opening it, I had the thought that it would be dry nineteenth-century prose, the sort one wades through out of duty. But by the end of the first page I found I was wrong. The characterization is excellent (I’ve only read two chapters but already I feel like I know Jane rather well) and the prose itself is amazing (vivid but not verbose). Already Jane Eyre has become one of my favorites.