A change is as good as a rest, or so ‘they’ say. And sometimes it’s all you have to work with. So here we are. Maybe you came here from my previous blog/website, maybe from Twitter, maybe from some strange Googling (god knows what your search terms were). Either way, here you are, here I am, … Continue reading A change is as good as a rest
Like, you know what Aeneas? I might get slaves to pumice my feet, uh, I might go to Vulcan’s Unitarian Temple, maybe get hit by a chariot full of hot garbage juice, you know? Cause all those things, would be exponentially cooler than going to prom with you. – Juno I believe she had … Continue reading wait, what?
I’m calling myself queen of the double-entendre for this moment, even though the secondary element of this was only an afterthought once I’d typed ‘the graveyard mission’ as my title. The first plan was to write something moderately interesting (theoretically) about my finally having finished reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman – and the protracted … Continue reading the graveyard mission
So… I’ve been continuing my Tamora Pierce bender, having read First Test, the first Protector of the Small book, over the last couple of days, and am now powering through Page. And because I’m a Generation Whatever who is Constantly Plugged In, I did a bit of Wikipedia-ing and Googling, as you do, and wound … Continue reading reading more-ah tamora. no, wait…
As an afterthought, and the kind of afterthought I should have had on day one, really, I’ve made a wee ‘reading log’ type page. You can get to it from ANY page on this little corner of the blogosphere that I’ve called mine, by edging up to the top of the page and clicking ‘the … Continue reading postscript
Over the last week or so, I’ve been rereading Tamora Pierce’s The Immortals quartet. They make for great bus-reading, which I do rather a lot of – given that on a day I have university, I spend close to (sometimes more than) 2 hours on buses. Which is partial excuse for the fact that I’ve … Continue reading wild magic
I’m currently stuck inside the box. Said box is keeping me from finishing a rather crucial essay. And by finishing, I mean starting. This is me being stuck inside the box – The essay is on The God Of Small Things by Arundhati Roy. Which is an excellent book. But it’s worth 50% of my … Continue reading boxed in
