I miss Suisan and her rants. I want to read other people's rants. And I want to buy books, but ummm....no, no. No escapist fluff for you, old lady, it's all about other people this time of year, right? hey? Don't want to be overly hypocritical.
What do I get an 11-year-old who loves Guinness Book of World Records but has it? The little rat fink found his main present. Grrr.
Here's what I'm reading at the mo: Nothing much. Finished The Daily Coyote book by Shreve Stockton. It wasn't what I expected because Shreve wasn't the sort of person I'd pegged her as and neither is Mike/MC. Eli and Charlie were exactly what I thought they'd be. Love that Eli. I wouldn't have minded more of the cat.
I'm envious of Shreve's ability? urge? to take big chances....or maybe, because I couldn't use that restlessness in my life...I want her ability to love wide-open spaces. They usually make me feel like a rabbit exposed to a sky of hawks. But heck, reading her joy in that stuff (and seeing the pictures) is pretty good second hand living. She's good at translating that part of her life. I think the book could have used more editing, but that's fast track life these days. Not a lot of time to settle and stew before you get pushed off the front page. Yesterday's sensation. Got to get that out there before you lose your audience to the next big thing.