THE WAITING IS SO HARD
Thirty-three more days until The Walking Dead. DELIVER ME FROM THIS ETERNAL WAIT.
Also, if I don’t get outside and run I may lose my everloving mind.
Yesterday I finished In The Shadow Of Blackbirds by Cat Winters, who is also a 2014 Morris Award finalist. YOU GUYS: it’s such a beautiful, captivating book. Just…I loved it. Spiritualism, shell-shocked soldiers, the Spanish flu epidemic, science and pseudo-science, spirit photography, opium addiction, loss, and a mysterious death, all narrated by a brave and determined heroine.
Please read it and tell me what you think!
I’m onto the next Morris Award finalists (Evan Roskos‘ Dr. Bird’s Advice For Sad Poets & Elizabeth Ross‘ Belle Epoque) though I also have in my possession ARCs of Into The Still Blue by Veronica Rossi (PERRY!!!!!) and The Impossible Knife of Memory by Laurie Halse Anderson. Surrounded by book goodness; I need to stop with my babyish impatience.
Laurie Halse Anderson will be doing a reading in St. Paul next Sunday, by the way. YOU SHOULD TOTALLY GO. I’ll be there!
It’s less cold today. I have to drive to Marshall, Minnesota to teach in a conference tomorrow. I normally like a long drive into the Minnesota countryside, as it’s a nice stretch of alone-time. But I have to drive in the dark, which isn’t as fun. And I will pack candy bars and bottled water and blankets, because this weather is fierce and doesn’t fuck around.
Last night, the mister & I started watching random episodes of Elementary. Because we cannot get enough Sherlock around here, apparently. It’s very juicy. I love Lucy Liu as Joan Watson. And Jonny Lee Miller is also spectacular.
I don’t know why I’m blogging because I feel very complainy and grumpy. I mean, the truth is, I am complainy and grumpy, but probably I don’t need to drag that all around where everyone can see. Bad enough my family has to contend with it. If I stop being up my own ass for a minute, I would realize that things are really decent lately. The mister has work, my kid is happy/healthy, Pablo has taken to eating out of his kibble dish without me sitting there hand-feeding him, for some reason we have HBO.
So really, I should toughen up already and be thankful and happy and what not.
Yeah. I’ll be over here working on that if you need me.