Oct 05, 2010 18:22
It's that special time of year, where maybe--hopefully--nobody will comment if I happen to be singing along to "Re: Your Brains" on my mp3 player while wandering the stacks at work. (I totally managed to scare a visitor last week, though. The records manager was leading a small group of people on a tour, she came through the door first just as I was about to step through, I smiled and said "Hello," and she jumped and said, "It's the archives ghost!")
A little bored this Saturday--it happens sometimes--I started poking around my recommendations on my Kindle. On a whim, I bought And Only to Deceive by Tasha Alexander and have been trying very hard ever since not to mainline it like crack and immediately go off and buy the other novels in the series. It's the perfect brain candy for me right now--a little better written than some of the stuff I've read, but still not, y'know, the Height of Modern Literature--and I'm going to take a half-hour right now to go sit out on my patio and read another chapter or three. (That's what gets me, actually. It is such an easy read. It's been yonks since I've read anything this quickly that wasn't meant for a pre-teen or younger.)
I should go visit aunts this weekend. I think I would prefer to sit out on my patio, reading. (They would probably understand that. They're my aunts, after all.)
professional,
the times they are a-changin,
booooks,
oh my giddy aunt,
eddies in the timestream