The on-going adventures
May. 17th, 2006 01:11 pmSo, yes, I was in a bookstore today at 8.05 am. Yes, I got up early to go the English book sale Arnold Busck was having; in my defense, when I arrived, five minutes past opening, it was stuffed. I mean, it took serious maneuvering to get around in there. But it was fun - and I am three books richer ( Life Mask, The Printer's Devil and my particular favourite - The Writing Life, a collection of essays on writing. Very, very much reccommended). I also found two (three? Depending on how you count) very interesting books:
Persepolis, which is a) wonderfully drawn, and b) really funny and sweet. I was reading it over coffee (and how wonderful is it that Baresso's moved up on the first floor? I could *live* in that store now), and it's v. lovely. And it has a follow up!
The there's Junior, which looks to be awesome - it starts with a quiz, and the description makes it sound hilarious.
I'm still waiting for my package - I'm beginning to think that the post office hates me. This isn't the first time - my last amazon order turned up five days later than the last date amazon gave me; that's never happened to me before. And this is now three days late, compared to the date Christina was given. Dammit, I want my package!
Sometimes I feel like America exsists to justify my government paranoia. However, this is truly terrifying, even though it won't mean much in reality. It makes me want to wallop people over the head repeatedly with The Handmaid's Tale.
In one, last, fannish note: why is there no Gideon/Hotch out there? *wibbles*
Well, off to economics with me!
Persepolis, which is a) wonderfully drawn, and b) really funny and sweet. I was reading it over coffee (and how wonderful is it that Baresso's moved up on the first floor? I could *live* in that store now), and it's v. lovely. And it has a follow up!
The there's Junior, which looks to be awesome - it starts with a quiz, and the description makes it sound hilarious.
I'm still waiting for my package - I'm beginning to think that the post office hates me. This isn't the first time - my last amazon order turned up five days later than the last date amazon gave me; that's never happened to me before. And this is now three days late, compared to the date Christina was given. Dammit, I want my package!
Sometimes I feel like America exsists to justify my government paranoia. However, this is truly terrifying, even though it won't mean much in reality. It makes me want to wallop people over the head repeatedly with The Handmaid's Tale.
In one, last, fannish note: why is there no Gideon/Hotch out there? *wibbles*
Well, off to economics with me!