weird coincidence

The strangest thing about reading Long May She Reign is that I was horribly sick, as I'd mentioned. Not so strange in and of itself (though the sickness made for the worst travel experience I've ever had), except that last time I was joyously reading a new addition to my Ellen Emerson White collection, I was sick then as well. At the time, I'd asked whether there was some weird karmic debt that I had to pay so that I could read a book I'd wanted for so long. Now I wonder that even more.
Funnily enough, it was the same sort of 48-hour stomach bug. Horrible.