State of the me
I have not died. I’ve just been hit with the creeping crud from hell, and so no blog updates have been forthcoming.
I have been reading, though. Yestereday I read Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein for a class, and I’ll try to get a review up for it today. I’m reading a paranormal romance ebook at the moment, the review of which will be posted at TGTBTU. I also need to start Linnea Sinclair’s Hope’s Folly. I got the ARC before I realized that Sinclair’s writing voice, despite having many of the things I adore in any kind of speculative fiction writing, is just not one I particularly enjoy. Ah, well, third time’s the charm, I suppose.
Also, the list of half-started books I should finish one of these days perpetually mocks me, and yet, I have no desire to go back to any of them even though most of them seem like they’d be quite good if I got to the point where I got into them. Unfortunately, the sickness-related reading slump I’m having makes figuring out exactly what I want to read damn near impossible, as with the way my brain is functioning, books are either “too hard” or “sleepy-making”. Neither of which is condusive to my enjoyment.
Ah, well, enough whining from me. Life still moves on, and in my case, I have to collect laundry.