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i'm not a witch, i'm your wife
Dec. 7th, 2008 07:20 amWell, I did get sleep. I passed out around 12:30 after an entire day of grogginess and general loopiness, but I only slept until around 6:30 or so. I expected to get more sleep. However, what I did not expect was to be attacked by my nose in the middle of the night. That was the problem.
I am now on book three of the Witches of Eileanan series, The Cursed Towers, and it moves so, so much faster than it did initially. I can't get enough of it now. At this point in time where you can't enter a bookstore without being accosted by vampire books left and right, it's so nice to be involved in a good, vampire-free fantasy series. If you like character-heavy fantasy, give it a peek.
I also discovered the third and final book in Juliet Marillier's Bridei Chronicles series while I was looking for the Kate Forsyth book last week, and I'm not sorry I spent the money on it. I've been waiting for that book in paperback for frigging ever, and she never disappoints. I plan on setting aside another $20.00 or so of my next paycheck to get the last two books in the Forsyth series and just going to town with all four books when school ends next week.
Y'know, I have all these hobbies, and I love them all, but it's still very hard for me to find anything as satisfying as reading a book all in one go. I don't know what I'd do without my books. Even while I'm doing something else like knitting or whatever, I've usually got an audiobook playing. Not as nice as a paper book, but it makes me happy.
No matter how I like to yammer about how different I was as a child, my voracity when it comes to reading has always been the same. My love of books has never, ever waned. Even funnier is that it occurred to me yesterday while swapping out purses that I never buy a purse so small that it can't hold at least one book. Even when I go out drinking or to karaoke or whatever, I rarely bring just the tiny purses, instead packing the little bag into a bigger one so I can leave my big bag with my books in the car.
It also reminds me of when my mother and I went to see Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone in theaters, neither of us having read any of the books yet and being completely new to Harry Potter. Halfway through, Mom leaned over and whispered, "Hermione is you, you know." Well, duh, I thought. Snotty know-it-all attitude and love of books? Couldn't have gotten more accurate.
(Damn you, other movies and later HP books for ruining Hermione. Bah.)
I dunno. Weird observations. Early morning is usually a good time for them.
I am now on book three of the Witches of Eileanan series, The Cursed Towers, and it moves so, so much faster than it did initially. I can't get enough of it now. At this point in time where you can't enter a bookstore without being accosted by vampire books left and right, it's so nice to be involved in a good, vampire-free fantasy series. If you like character-heavy fantasy, give it a peek.
I also discovered the third and final book in Juliet Marillier's Bridei Chronicles series while I was looking for the Kate Forsyth book last week, and I'm not sorry I spent the money on it. I've been waiting for that book in paperback for frigging ever, and she never disappoints. I plan on setting aside another $20.00 or so of my next paycheck to get the last two books in the Forsyth series and just going to town with all four books when school ends next week.
Y'know, I have all these hobbies, and I love them all, but it's still very hard for me to find anything as satisfying as reading a book all in one go. I don't know what I'd do without my books. Even while I'm doing something else like knitting or whatever, I've usually got an audiobook playing. Not as nice as a paper book, but it makes me happy.
No matter how I like to yammer about how different I was as a child, my voracity when it comes to reading has always been the same. My love of books has never, ever waned. Even funnier is that it occurred to me yesterday while swapping out purses that I never buy a purse so small that it can't hold at least one book. Even when I go out drinking or to karaoke or whatever, I rarely bring just the tiny purses, instead packing the little bag into a bigger one so I can leave my big bag with my books in the car.
It also reminds me of when my mother and I went to see Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone in theaters, neither of us having read any of the books yet and being completely new to Harry Potter. Halfway through, Mom leaned over and whispered, "Hermione is you, you know." Well, duh, I thought. Snotty know-it-all attitude and love of books? Couldn't have gotten more accurate.
(Damn you, other movies and later HP books for ruining Hermione. Bah.)
I dunno. Weird observations. Early morning is usually a good time for them.
