THING THE FIRST. My sister is in an ARTY SHOW and, in glorious celebration, is giving away three of her lovely, creepy necklaces.
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Hie thee there and win thee some jewelry. (Was there ever a word that looked less like a word? Jewelry.)
Thing the second. You guys. I had a review of Vampire Academy half-written and grand designs of tossing it up right after Vampire Diaries, but it is, oh my god, so hot here. The heat is sapping my will to live. And THEN my sister and mum came for a visit and we made homemade snickers bars, but the caramel didn't really caramelize and after a while I was just eating the nougat layer and I think that now they're gone I'm just going to make myself a pan of nougat and eatmy feelings it.
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But so ok, aside from all those vampire books, I've been mostly re-reading shit which does not make for reviewing because I already done that. Except maybe we have a little chatty chat about how books have held up over the years? Ok.
Today I read The Guernsey Literary etc etc etc what an idiotic title that one has, ANYWAY I was reading because my family just left this morning and I had a whopping sad. I was like, THIS BOOK WILL LOL ME but I forgot the really tragic bit in the middle, and the traceries of pathos throughout. BUT. Still so hilarious, mostly.
The Thirteenth Tale is still plotty and gripping but gets sort of WTF-y at the end. Good Omens isn't quite as funny as I remembered, but Cold Comfort Farm is. Atonement is hella depressing, I have no idea what I was doing reading that because I am re-reading to SOOTHE myself. Death in the Stocks is still nutty and delightful and ZANY. More Heyer in my life, please. What I Was is EVEN BETTER now that I know the Thing That Happens At The End.
We Have Always Lived in the Castle is still creepy in a way that I find endearing. I read all of A Little Princess imagining reading it to Eleanor, and then being slightly horrified at the racist bits and trying to figure out a way to edit those out. The classist bits are, I'm afraid, integral to the story. To Say Nothing of the Dog is the best, forever and always, and I would have followed it up with Doomsday Book but someone has borrowstolen my copy. Come, Thou Tortoise is even sweeter upon re-read, and the parts I had found unnecessarily whimsical I actually enjoyed.
In conclusion, here is a video of Eleanor, up four hours past her bedtime and trying to act like she's not tired.
It's like when you're trying to sound really, really sober, because you are so very drunk. Open them eyes wider, babyling. You ain't fooling nobody.![]()
Hie thee there and win thee some jewelry. (Was there ever a word that looked less like a word? Jewelry.)
Thing the second. You guys. I had a review of Vampire Academy half-written and grand designs of tossing it up right after Vampire Diaries, but it is, oh my god, so hot here. The heat is sapping my will to live. And THEN my sister and mum came for a visit and we made homemade snickers bars, but the caramel didn't really caramelize and after a while I was just eating the nougat layer and I think that now they're gone I'm just going to make myself a pan of nougat and eat
But so ok, aside from all those vampire books, I've been mostly re-reading shit which does not make for reviewing because I already done that. Except maybe we have a little chatty chat about how books have held up over the years? Ok.
Today I read The Guernsey Literary etc etc etc what an idiotic title that one has, ANYWAY I was reading because my family just left this morning and I had a whopping sad. I was like, THIS BOOK WILL LOL ME but I forgot the really tragic bit in the middle, and the traceries of pathos throughout. BUT. Still so hilarious, mostly.
The Thirteenth Tale is still plotty and gripping but gets sort of WTF-y at the end. Good Omens isn't quite as funny as I remembered, but Cold Comfort Farm is. Atonement is hella depressing, I have no idea what I was doing reading that because I am re-reading to SOOTHE myself. Death in the Stocks is still nutty and delightful and ZANY. More Heyer in my life, please. What I Was is EVEN BETTER now that I know the Thing That Happens At The End.
We Have Always Lived in the Castle is still creepy in a way that I find endearing. I read all of A Little Princess imagining reading it to Eleanor, and then being slightly horrified at the racist bits and trying to figure out a way to edit those out. The classist bits are, I'm afraid, integral to the story. To Say Nothing of the Dog is the best, forever and always, and I would have followed it up with Doomsday Book but someone has borrowstolen my copy. Come, Thou Tortoise is even sweeter upon re-read, and the parts I had found unnecessarily whimsical I actually enjoyed.
In conclusion, here is a video of Eleanor, up four hours past her bedtime and trying to act like she's not tired.
It's like when you're trying to sound really, really sober, because you are so very drunk. Open them eyes wider, babyling. You ain't fooling nobody.
