books, C.E. Murphy, Cherie Priest, getting older, John Varley, K.A. Stewart, Lisa Brackmann, Patricia McKillip, presents!, reading, Richard Kadrey, Sarah Rees Brennan, Stacia Kane, TBR pile, wondrous distraction
Well, there’s at least one good thing about turning 31, I’ve found. I may not like getting older (it’s not such a big deal, really, but I suppose I’m bracing for later in life by getting a good sulk on now), but I do like parties, and I do like presents.
Okay, so that’s two things.
Anyway. Since my family knows me well, I got a) a genuine scare-hell-out-of-me surprise party, and b) a mountain of gift certificates to Barnes and Noble.
Picture me rubbing my hands in gleeful villain-style here. There are a lot of books I’ve been wanting to get, that I haven’t gotten because walking into a bookstore and buying a pile of books isn’t really an option when you’ve got a mortgage, car payments, school loans, and oh, a powerful need to eat sometime this month, etc.
(Cookie to whoever gets that quote first.)
So I didn’t waste any time, as you can see…
Shown: The Demon’s Covenant by Sarah Rees Brennan (WOW, is all I have to say), Rolling Thunder by John Varley, Barbara Kingsolver’s The Lacuna, Cherie Priest’s Fathom, The Bell at Sealey Head and The Forgotten Beasts of Eld by Patricia McKillip, C.E. Murphy’s Queen’s Bastard, and the amazing Lisa Brackmann’s Rock Paper Tiger, which I’ve been wanting to get for months.
Not shown (because they’re strewn over the rest of the house, where I left them after reading them, that is to say) are: Sandman Slim by Richard Kadrey (tweeted enthusiastically by an editor I follow, there’s that for social media as advertising), A Devil In the Details by K.A. Stewart (already read, and holy hell, GO GET IT NOW, because it rocks), and Stacia Kane’s Unholy Ghosts, which might be the best worldbuilding I’ve ever read in UF, plus is full of kickass and angst).
And I have four more headed my way as I write this. Can a girl be more satisfied?
(Well. Lets don’t answer that, shall we?)
So here I am, happily occupied for– oh, at least a few weeks. I’m going to have to keep reminding myself to write: I seldom have such a multitude of distractions to tempt me away from that, so I guess this will be an exercise in self-discipline. (Or a failure of it. Further bulletins as events warrant.)
Sadly, someone is less than pleased with this state of affairs: