There was a time when this was a big deal for me, though only because it was an opportunity to go to a bunch of bars and drink green beer. But that was when I was in college. Happily, times have changed! Now, for me, the day means corned beef and cabbage for dinner. No beer.
But I do try to make this an Irish reading day! Perhaps I’ll read some poetry by William Butler Yates, or maybe ferret out a mystery by Freeman Wills Crofts, or Bartholomew Gill. I may re-read another one of Patricia Moyes (Dublin born, don’t you know) Henry Tibbett mysteries. I just read one recently, but they’re good, I like them so why not another?
For fans of fantasy, the Deryni books by Katherine Kurtz take place in a fictional Irish-Scottish setting, and they are excellent.
Don’t suggest that I read any James Joyce or that I dig out that copy of Waiting for Godot I read in college. Been there and all that.