throbbing light machine

There's a gorgeously thick, curling mist blanketing campus this morning, and everything is very still and quiet. I wish that I could write, but I can't think of anything to say. So I s'pose I'll just be quiet. I mean, what I really want is my boy and my cats to curl up in bed with, but if wishes were horses beggars would ride.

And if I can't write, I want to read. Anyone have any good fairy-tale-based recs?

ETA: Le Guin on Rowling! Excerpted from a link fom roxannelinton, "...stylistically ordinary, imaginatively derivative, and ethically rather mean-spirited." God, I love that woman. "Ethically mean-spirited" indeed! Hear, hear!