(books) and (weekend)

#11. Story of the stone Barry Hughart. Brilliant writing, entertaing cosmology.
#12. Sword of Ice crap compilation of 'only my psychic horse truly understands me' stories based in Lackey's world.
#13. Damiano by RA MacAvoy. I love this author, and this is another fantastic book. I read it sometime far too early to appreciate and am glad that talking to ABG made me contemplate it and glad that Magistra had it on her shelf.

the true accomplishment was #14 Cider House Rules by John Irving. I think I liked it, it certainly was a weighty and satisfying read.

In other news, if i believe in this sort of shit, i'd think that i was being called by a goddess that i've never paid any attention to in the past. since i don't i'm just suddenly seized by the desire to research something.

it's tiring to leave someplace you feel understood, even if it's to go home to your kitties and the option of lounging around half-clothed.

i have no idea what this week holds for me. Physically, socially or emotionally. i don't even know what i'm reading next, though currently Light's pressed PS238 into my hands. Can i befriend an lj with one degree of separation with an ex with whom i parted on not the best of terms?

i started crying on the drive home and was amazed by the near-scalding temperature of my tears, so much so i couldn't quite understand why i was crying.

and i might have an opportunity to get light into a kilt. not a utilikilt yet, but i've got decades for that.

(books) and (weekend)

#11. Story of the stone Barry Hughart. Brilliant writing, entertaing cosmology.
#12. Sword of Ice crap compilation of 'only my psychic horse truly understands me' stories based in Lackey's world.
#13. Damiano by RA MacAvoy. I love this author, and this is another fantastic book. I read it sometime far too early to appreciate and am glad that talking to ABG made me contemplate it and glad that Magistra had it on her shelf.

the true accomplishment was #14 Cider House Rules by John Irving. I think I liked it, it certainly was a weighty and satisfying read.

In other news, if i believe in this sort of shit, i'd think that i was being called by a goddess that i've never paid any attention to in the past. since i don't i'm just suddenly seized by the desire to research something.

it's tiring to leave someplace you feel understood, even if it's to go home to your kitties and the option of lounging around half-clothed.

i have no idea what this week holds for me. Physically, socially or emotionally. i don't even know what i'm reading next, though currently Light's pressed PS238 into my hands. Can i befriend an lj with one degree of separation with an ex with whom i parted on not the best of terms?

i started crying on the drive home and was amazed by the near-scalding temperature of my tears, so much so i couldn't quite understand why i was crying.

and i might have an opportunity to get light into a kilt. not a utilikilt yet, but i've got decades for that.