Tired, tired, tired, and off to sunny (I checked the forecast) California tomorrow. Tired from getting up at the (to me) ungodly hour of 6:30 am, sitting through two 4-hour classes, and driving home. The horrific amount of licorice I ate tonight doesn’t seem to have helped. In-between trips laundry must be done (I know the first trip was only two days, shut up). Packing must be done. Books must be decided on.
I went on a little book spree this week – at least one finished per day – and my library supply dwindled more quickly than I expected. I’m already 3/4 of the way through Songs Without Words, which was going to be my plane book. I might even have to
(gasp) take a book I own. Or one of Kitri’s.
I’ll do some book summing-up later (The Dark is Rising; The Sphere of Secrets; Middlemarch; Millicent Min, Girl Genius) but for now it just feels like an accomplishment to still be awake and back from school in one piece. Four hour classes are just wrong, but at least the rest of my ‘classes’ involve me sitting in my pjs on the couch, coffee in hand.




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September 29, 2007 at 7:26 am
babelbabe
i have the new ann packer sitting on my TBR shlf, courtesy of Sarah Louise. I hated her first book, though, with your recc, maybe I’ll give this one a shot sooner rather than later…
September 29, 2007 at 7:51 pm
jessm
Hmm, see I liked her first one. Not loved, but I was definitely engrossed by it. Same with this one – it held my attention, and I wanted to know what would happen, and I was interested in the characters, but I would never go shoving it into someone’s hands saying “READ!” It just kind of…ended, though. I would give it a try but not worry about missing out on the masterpiece of the century.
September 30, 2007 at 1:31 pm
anne
Are you doing questions for DIR for me? Because I’d like you to, if we didn’t already have that on the list. If you want to.
P.S. I made a page of lessons for “fiction into film” that’s kind of funny (to me). If you want, let me know and I’ll send you a copy.
P.P.S. I’m talking shop in your comments, sorry!