"All the leaves fell Monday night," Annie Canoe's dad said to me yesterday. "Noticed them when I was out running this morning." "Must have been those wind gusts," I answered abstractedly, because I hadn't noticed it myself. This morning, yes. Skeletal tree after skeletal tree in the dawn light. Coming home, a few left with pinky-yellow leaves against the pale aquamarine winter sky. Is supposed to stop being winter tomorrow but I recall the weekend's 10C/50F still felt very cold.
What have you just finished reading?
Francis Knight, Fade to Black, more from stubbornness than anything. There are books that are a waste of time and books that are a total waste of time, and this wasn't a total waste of time, but I'm not quite sure why I held on. It might have gone somewhere or done something surprising and it never did quite. So: no new or useful, but still not run of the mill urban fantasy. Possibly run of the mill dystopian fantasy, which I don't read enough of to know.
What are you reading now?
Still with Elizabeth Hand's Mortal Love, still wiffle-waffle why bother?
What will you read next?
Yangsze Choo's The Ghost Bride is on its way to me. Or I'll curl into a winterish hibernating ball and read The Science of Discworld 1.
What have you just finished reading?
Francis Knight, Fade to Black, more from stubbornness than anything. There are books that are a waste of time and books that are a total waste of time, and this wasn't a total waste of time, but I'm not quite sure why I held on. It might have gone somewhere or done something surprising and it never did quite. So: no new or useful, but still not run of the mill urban fantasy. Possibly run of the mill dystopian fantasy, which I don't read enough of to know.
What are you reading now?
Still with Elizabeth Hand's Mortal Love, still wiffle-waffle why bother?
What will you read next?
Yangsze Choo's The Ghost Bride is on its way to me. Or I'll curl into a winterish hibernating ball and read The Science of Discworld 1.
