Oh Internet, never leave me again. It's like missing a hand. I spent the afternoon walking Bloor St in the heat looking for a restaurant that had CNN news and weather on a screen so I could find out what tomorrow will be like: and every single one of them was showing soccer. Meanwhile all round me the cell-phoned mob were online on their phones: and I was all alooone unable to access any of my friends sob. Maybe I shall cave after all... or at least buy an i-pad.
Note that mindfulness meditation didn't help *at all*.
Finished reread of Three Parts Dead. Like it ever so much better than Two Serpents Rise, as being twistier and chewier and having rather more people I cared about; Serpents may have had multi-pov too, but not as immediately. Tara is just more fun than Caleb, who's oh argh a bit washy and weedy and prone to bad decisions. Also she has a better cover: the Caleb cover looks like stock Jim Butcher (I'm assuming the same artist?) white guy, not any kind of brown-skinned Mexican.
June reading was so sparse I'm not even going to post my stats.
