Mankato and Deep Valley

I went to a wedding about 10 days ago, and afterward I roadtripped for a few days. I went to Mankato, MN, to see the town and reconcile it with my mental picture of Maud Hart Lovelace's Deep Valley. I didn't have a map of Mankato, except a small one in Sharla Whalen's Betsy-Tacy Companion, so I spent a few hours getting lost in Mankato as I tried to get from place to place. It was frustrating at the time, but it helped me learn Mankato's geography more thoroughly. So tonight, when I was re-reading Emily of Deep Valley, I could picture the action much more clearly. Emily of DV is one of my least favorite Lovelace books; her depression is so convincing that it makes for sad reading. I'm really sticking with it for glimpses of the class of 1910, which I find more interesting. I brought the high school Betsy books to Mankato with me, and now I'm finishing off the series.
I haven't written much lately, because I still have the three jobs (one official, two unofficial, until they can be filled). Of course I'm getting support from co-workers, but I'm still very, very tired. I've re-read a lot of Betty Neels books in the last few months.
Have I read anything new? Hmmm. I read, and enjoyed, Ayn Rand's Fountainhead. I didn't expect to like it at all, and I never would have read it if it hadn't been assigned for book club. I liked a teen book called Absolutely, positively not; it made me laugh out loud. I just started a book called Island to Abbey, all about Elsie J. Oxenham's work. I'd thought about visiting Cleeve Abbey next year, but the photos in Ray and Waring's book might make that unnecessary.