Usually when I'm sick, I spend most of my recuperative time reading. For some reason, this stinking cold/flu/sinus infection, whatever it actually is, has left me not even wanting to read. This is when you know I'm on my proverbial deathbed.
I did manage to read, well, reread Mercedes Lackey's Children of the Night. It's an urban fantasy written back in the 1990's, before urban fantasy became big. I liked it then and I still like it. The heroine, Diana Tregarde, is definitely not perfect. She gets injured, has panic attacks, and drinks way too much. Too many of the heroes and heroines in sf/f are either perfect or virtual machines.
For shits and giggles, it's set during the Watergate era. I don't know why, but that has always really amused me. The setting also makes some of the jarring bits of the book make sense. This isn't modern day, with our modern slang or sensibilities. There are terms used in the book that are annoying, but they weren't looked askance upon in the early 1970's.
On the whole, while it may not have stood up as much as I liked from my earliest purchase of it, it still does stand up better than I hoped.