Currently rereading Mansfield Park, which is the only Austen book that I didn't love upon first read. I think that is changing ( Read more... )

In that this was an entire email from my father: "who's your daddy!" I shan't lie: there was wincing and perhaps headdesking.

And netzgeek tagged me for the following:

( Five Things Meme )

Today, it is too hot to function. Had about two hours of sleep last night, thanks to the heat/humidity combo. Went to work this morning and nearly died. Tried to write, but couldn't focus, so I started reading Thomas King's Truth and Bright Water instead (hint: it's amazing enough to penetrate the heat-induced mirages in my brain). Spent last two ( Read more... )

I'm back from the wilds of a small Gulf Island, strangely tanned (haven't had one in... about five or six years), exhausted after much paddling and swimming, and entirely content, except for the minor detail of being nauseatingly hungry and with an empty refrigerator.

But I am happy, because I finished the ARC of Fire today in a mad-dash attempt ( Read more... )

In a few scant hours, I shall be departing from my strange island home to another, smaller island nearby, where there shall be kayaking, picnicking on neighbouring spits, and yours truly having many hours for reading and/or writing to herself. I'm looking forward to getting the fuck off of this island, even if it is only for a couple of days and I ( Read more... )

I think I have worked out why this non-dairy thing is so difficult. The only consumable thing in my house at the moment that does not contain lactose is the vodka in my cupboard. And you wonder why I turn to drink!

Trying to read Catcher in the Rye right now and it really isn't my cup of tea. I realise that I blaspheme, but I'm nearly halfway ( Read more... )

I am a mostly proud, albeit often bemused, Canadian citizen. This means I feel compelled to mock, tease, and generally annoy anyone living south of the 49th. (We shall conveniently ignore the fact that this grouping technically includes me, as my strange, strange island home dips into Washington State.) That said, I don't have anything against the ( Read more... )

(If, indeed, there are any ( Read more... )

I don't like autobiographies. Memoirs. Whatever you wish to call them. More importantly, I don't trust them. Which may seem like strange words when they come from someone who spends a great deal of time dealing with fiction ( Read more... )

Beltane was ridiculous. And ridiculously awesome. I wish I had been in a state in which I had remembered to take more pictures (I have a few of us making the maypole, but then the alcohol kicked in), so, in brief, we had a bonfire, ate a great deal of cheese, danced around the maypole (and by this, I mean tripped and stumbled and giggled), and ( Read more... )