I'm...I'm not quite dead yet!
I am, maybe, though, a little bit obsessed.
(I recently read When We Were Orphans. Loved it. Missed half of what I should have caught, though. Dur. I'm about to start re-reading Never Let Me Go. Then, I think it's time, the time has come: time to re-tackle The Unconsoled. Oy!)
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Also, quick shout-outs to those who have left some recent comments:
Denny: Leave all-year warmth? What the HUH? Crazy talk.
L Lee Lowe: I have not read Michel Faber. But, I will! Thanks for the suggestion!
Arethusa: Oo! Yeah, I'd been wondering recently if Ishiguro did things other than novels. I need to check that out, definitely.
Also, some fun recent convo at Working With Words. (I secretly get nervous when I find out someone's actually listening to the things I say, and that people might actually read books I suggest. I feel like I suddenly have credibility, but before I get to figure out what to do with it, it's already on the line. Yikes!)
(Also, speaking of credibility: I recently outed myself in a comment at Jen's site. Yeah, I'm that awesome.)
3 comments:
You scored MAJOR street cred with me for referencing America's Next Top Model. It's perhaps the best worst show ever made, and I can't stop watching it!
I LOVE America's Next Top Model. Although I love Project Runway more.
I don't know what I like better, Janice Dickenson going off the deep end or Tyra yelling at someone. And this season, Jade is one scary woman.
Jen: Yeah, it's hella bad. But so hella good. I'm not a regular watcher since I don't actually have cable (and if that doesn't sink my street cred levels, I don't know what will). But man when it's on and I'm in the room with it? I'm taking sides.
Maureen: Yeah, Project Runway kills me. Santino! Oh, that loveable BASTARD!
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