Okay– I freely admit that I probably paid for Amazon.com’s free upgrade, and the depressing thing is, it feels like I never actually have time to actually READ the things I buy. But, one trip to the john after another, I have wrapped up a few titles here, which I’ll share. But I warn you–I read trash. I mean, I read literature at work, and I enjoy my job, but I hate it that reading–what I love–is a job, and so, being perverse and passive aggressive, I rebel by reading…
What I write. I love reading the same dreck I love writing. Sue me. I’ve said it before–if it makes us respond to the human condition in some way, it’s literature. I just like my literature unashamed of it’s humanity, that’s all. So here, in a nutshell, is the list of what I’ve been reading…there’s probably some blanks there–I forget, uhm, everything if it’s not sealed in my head with shower caulk–and it’s definitely short for me. I’m still bitter about taking those @#$%ing units during the summer, especially because, since I signed up for them so late, I don’t get my pay raise until next year. (yeah yeah–it’s my fault…I know it will surprise a lot of you, but I’ve got this paperwork disability.. Again, it’s my suffering paycheck–I just wish I didn’t have to suffer the pity of the HR department because they ALL know.)
So, uhm…
The 7th Harry Potter. Duh.
The Dante Valentine series by Lilith Saint Crow–#3, The Devil’s Right Hand. (Awesome. I love Tierce Japhrimel–and not just his name.)
The Harry Dresden Series by Jim Butcher-#8. (Gets better every time.)
The “Grave” series by Charlaine Harris–#3. (SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!)
The Sookie Stackhouse series by Charlaine Harris–# 7 (I HATE Quinn. Hate him. LOVE Erick. Love love love.)
Wicked Gentlemen by Ginn Hale
The “Kitty” series by Carrie Vaughn–all three in a row. (Definitely!)
The Black Dagger Brotherhood by J.R. Ward (I read these pretty consecutively, and am now on #5–Love Unbound. Uhm…YEEEEEE freaking HAWWWWWWWWWW. These vampire heroes are hot enough to save a marriage or destroy a convent…yum.)
Low Red Moon by Caitlin Kiernen. (Great Book. I hated it. There’s a reason most of my ‘horror’ is really contemporary urban fantasy in disguise…)
Ysabel by Guy Gavriel Kay–I’d read his grocery list.
Innocent in Death by J.D. Robb–well, the woman isn’t an icon, a success story, and a breathing legend in the publishing industry for nothing, is she?
And I’m looking at this thinking “Is that all? I mean…I’ve had years where this was a month…hell, I’ve had years where this was two weeks…and this is like…hell–two, three months?
I mean seriously–I’ve got four pairs of socks working, one pair of mittens, a scarf and a shawl, and none of them are even close to being finished.
What the hell am I doing with my time?
