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Trucker

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Have received great compliment today in thumbs up form.

Driving on freeway, heavy traffic, stupid accident, basically at stop-and-go crawl, car next to me honk-honks. I look over, confused. Elderly woman gestures at me to roll down my window, hers is already down.

I’m like, Really? It’s raining.

But I roll it down anyway.

“‘I Drive Like A Cullen?’,” she quotes at me from my bumper sticker, “Like Edward Cullen?”

I giggle and nod, she flashes me the thumbs up, waves and drives away.

Have added new sticker to collection of reading stickers on back of car (thanks to Christmas present from Erin):

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It’s right above my ‘Reading is Sexy’ sticker.

Super Sweet.

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October

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October was kind of ridiculous. I thought September was all bad ass with 48 books read. October kicked September’s patootie into the ground and then stomped on it a few times for good measure.

Stats:

Books Read: 66 (+2 unfinished)

Books Bought: 21

Books from Library: 22

Books Loaned/Given: 4

Money spent (approximately): $100 (curse my inveterate spending.)

Favorite Books: Fruits Basket Vols. 1-23 by Natsuki Takaya and The Thirteenth Child by Patricia C. Wrede

Other Worthies: Ill Wind by Rachel Caine, The Tapestry: The Second Siege by Henry H. Neff, Graceling and Fire by Kristin Cashore, English as a Second Language by Megan Crane, Tempt me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas, and all the Julia Quinn books I read from the Bridgerton series.

Least Favorite Book was a toss up between: Cowboy Feng’s Space Bar and Grill by Steven Brust and Dead Girl’s Dance by Rachel Caine (these are the 2 I didn’t finish)

Books remaining on To-Be-Read-Shelf: 23

Number of Boxes of Books for Sale: Still 5, but an overflowing 5. Seriously I need to get rid of these.

It should probably be noted that 37 of the books I read this month were manga. I’d say that maybe 5 of those counts as one actual book just in terms of how long it takes me to read them. 12 of the books I read in September were also actually manga. These are probably inflating my numbers. But at least I’m admitting it here.

23 of the manga read this month were of the Fruits Basket series. So good. Man, I’ve seen the TV anime of it multiple times but I’d never read the whole series before. The library had most of the ones I didn’t already own and I just tore through them. I had to keep going back and checking the last image of the last book a couple days in a row before I could finally stand to give them up and return them to the library. It was so perfect and made me so happy. Now I want to own them all.

The Thirteenth Child, my other favorite book of the month, is by an author I have long liked. I read Wrede’s Dragon series multiple times as a stripling and was both amazed and delighted that she suddenly had a new series coming out that I had been unaware of prior to seeing it in my mom’s Scholastic order catalog. So not only was it a miracle, it was also free since mom gets stuff gratis from Scholastic when her 4th graders place orders. And then it turned out to be really good! It reminded me a lot of Robin McKinley’s Dragonhaven just because of the world building as seen through the eyes of the main character. It’s an impressive feat to present an entire story based around the POV of one character. Wrede doesn’t do it in quite the way McKinley did, but I read it as similar all the same.

I have also now read all 4 of Megan Crane’s books and stand by my statement that she’s a female Jonathan Tropper. Everyone Else’s Girl and English as a Second Language are definitely her best two. I liked Frenemies and Names my Sisters Call me but not nearly as much. Anyway, if you like Tropper (and if you don’t, you should: especially How To Talk to a Widower) then you should give Crane a chance. Or if you just like amusing, well-written light fiction (yes, ok, it’s basically chick lit), then you should try Crane.

All right! Onwards into November then. Don’t look for much though since I will be trying to devote several hours a day to my own writing, I will probably not be reading so much of others’. November should be a slow month for reading. Though the new Ouran High School Host Club is coming out. And a new Margaret Mahy. And the new John Flanagan (which I totally ordered from Australia already). And and and….sigh. There goes my bank balance.

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Paille Maille

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I recently got snookered into re-reading the Bridgerton series by Julia Quinn. Which, I don’t have a problem with per se, but reading romance novels does tend to leave me depressed at the end. Giggly during, of course. I could just stop, I suppose. But they’re so delightful. They play a vicious, cutthroat version of Pall Mall (basically it’s croquet for those unversed in the parlance of historic romances). Plus they’re sarcastic and lovingly snarky; my favorite kind of people.

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Naamah

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Life is full of tiny joy. Sometimes I forget this and am depressed but every once in a while, something happens and I remember. Today I finished the newest Jacqueline Carey novel–Naamah’s Kiss–which makes me glow and cry as great literature does. There’s something about Carey’s characters which produce this reaction in me; and it’s not just all the sex they have.

I started the book yesterday in Oregon while swinging in a hammock next to the river. Mosquitoes rose above it in clouds and I cursed them ineffectually. The tiny chipmunks that make a nest behind the house scurried underneath my swaying form without fear, gobbling up all the bird seed I’d spread on the sauna’s deck. Sun dappled through the trees and the river burbled away as I read about a girl born in a land almost Ireland who worships a bear goddess.

I read today again while my mom drove us home for hours and hours as Moirin traveled from Terre D’ange to Ch’in for months and months and I fell in love at least four times.

The problem with my ability to finish a 645 page novel in two days is that my ability to read fast outstrips my ability to digest the language. I read so quickly that the words barely register anymore and I tend to come away more with an impression than the actuality of events. I found myself desperately trying to remember exactly how and why she stole into the twilight and pulled out a dragon like a magician with a rabbit. I would flip back a page to re-read a sentence again and again trying to make it compute; to really hear what was happening. If you quizzed me now I could answer you anything having to do with the plot or events but my brain is still processing and will be for at least another day.

Katherine asked me this week how I could start another book so quickly after finishing the last and I was blasé about how easy it is to just go from one to another. Now I remember that actually it is horribly difficult if the book is fabulous. I have a new MacDonald Hall book which was awaiting my return and even though I’d love to devour I can’t actually contemplate entering a different world yet when mine is still so intricately tied up with hers.

I lost track of how many books I read while on vacation this last week–it must have been at least 10. By far Carey’s was my favorite so it is funny that I saved it till the very end–admittedly this is my habit with most things I love; so not so funny, I guess. The MacDonald Hall books by Gordon Korman and Suzanne Collins’ Gregor the Overlander series were both fantastic as well.

Now I will have to wait an interminable and unknown amount of time for the next in the series to come out (no doubt it will be a trilogy like her Kushiel ones [SCOIN]) and I am a little made depressed by this again. But I strive to remember that I can reread Naamah’s Kiss before the new one arrives and be delighted all over again by the bits of language I didn’t manage to ingest this time around. It will almost be like it’s new again and I get to re-meet Jehanne, Snow Tiger, the dragon, and Bao–most of all Bao.