"Let me be by myself in the evening breeze and listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees."
A good thing about this crazy hellish weather is that I sleep less, and thus my fandom evenings get longer. This is how I spent last night (with the occasional break to stand a bit under the air conditioning):
There was one lovely moment when Gene Hunt said he loved pink wafers and I squealed "me too, me too!" at the screen. :D
Today a long-awaited package arrived from Amazon:
The first book on the left is actually a gift from my cousin and her boyfriend that I found on the kitchen table when I came back home, because they're adorable, and it deserved a picture. I finished The Ocean At The End Of The Lane in two hours, and let me tell you, it was terrifying. You know those nightmares you get when you're a kid, so real and detailed in all the ways they're gruesome? In other words, think Coraline for adults. I'm so going to sleep with a nightlight tonight. That is, if I manage to fall asleep.
Not to say I didn't like it, I thought it was brilliant, one of his best. But I'm also seriously thinking of putting it in the freezer.
There was one lovely moment when Gene Hunt said he loved pink wafers and I squealed "me too, me too!" at the screen. :D
Today a long-awaited package arrived from Amazon:
The first book on the left is actually a gift from my cousin and her boyfriend that I found on the kitchen table when I came back home, because they're adorable, and it deserved a picture. I finished The Ocean At The End Of The Lane in two hours, and let me tell you, it was terrifying. You know those nightmares you get when you're a kid, so real and detailed in all the ways they're gruesome? In other words, think Coraline for adults. I'm so going to sleep with a nightlight tonight. That is, if I manage to fall asleep.
Not to say I didn't like it, I thought it was brilliant, one of his best. But I'm also seriously thinking of putting it in the freezer.