who will be king?

i’m in south lake tahoe. it is weird because it’s actually winter here. there’s snow everywhere and it’s supposed to snow another foot tonight up in the mountains. it’s possible i’ll be trapped here. i can’t really say i mind as it’s so beautiful and i have a lovely hotel room with a king size bed. which is just insanely too much bed for me.

i spent yesterday sprawled across the king bed chortling with horrified glee as i read eldest by christopher paolini. the only person i know who’s read this besides me is nuala. and i’m willing to bet she liked it more than me. this boy started writing book 1 of the series when he graduated homeschooled high school at the age of 15. he’s now 21 and just published the second book in 2005. it’s modeled (aggresively) after lord of the rings. and in some ways–the horribly drawn-out descriptions of travel/places and the made up, really bad, poetry by elves–are quite similar. though a lot else is just way more juvenile and the plotline is so easily deduced it’s laughable. which is not to say that i haven’t bought and read both books already in the course of less than a week. it’s just that i’m ashamed of it. very, very ashamed.

now i’m back to reading lamb by christopher moore. a book i had to stop reading a couple weeks ago because i’d overdosed on moore reading bloodsucking fiends, fluke, and island of the sequined love nun one after the other. if you haven’t read c. moore, i recommend him wholeheartedly.

my current job buying back textbooks at this community college is very slow. so far i’ve had one customer in an hour who chatted me up about being from san francisco. how did he know where i was from? freaky. the one other boy who was almost a customer abandoned me and turns out to work here. in a tibetan shirt and very silly hat no less. this looks to be a very boring 3 days.