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newmoonstarOh my lordy lord lord. I'm probably moving to Colorado next year. My mother sprang this news on me this morning. I'm slightly in shock. Not that I don't hate where I live, because it's a hell hole, believe me, but... we've been here for like ten years! I've never even BEEN out of the state, let alone LIVED out of state. We'd have to get rid of half the junk we own, which would be REALLY good, but still... whoa.
In the interest of preserving normalcy, I'll go back to more mundane topics now. I finished reading Rilla of Ingleside, and that was probably the most emotionally draining book I've ever read in my life. Even though I'm not geeky-fandomy about them the way I am with other stuff, Maud Montgomery's books are real to me in a way that other books aren't, so it was really hard to deal with all the things that happened to those characters in that book... I was crying through most of it in frusration or anger or some such thing as if they were real. I just wish Maud Montgomery wouldn't tell beforehand when characters are going to die, because it just makes it even worse than if you didn't know, because then you're waiting for it to happen the whole time, and it overshadows everything, and it doesn't make it any easier when it does happen. But I got through it, and I'm glad I did, because I need her books and I'm going to read them all eventually.
I also read The West End Horror by Nicholas Meyer. I know I've bashed him in the past over Seven Per Cent Solution, but I was bored and desperate, and West End Horror was much better. It was very cute and fun, and all the cameos by famous 19th century figures were actually very charming and effective.
But anyway, moving... whoa.
In the interest of preserving normalcy, I'll go back to more mundane topics now. I finished reading Rilla of Ingleside, and that was probably the most emotionally draining book I've ever read in my life. Even though I'm not geeky-fandomy about them the way I am with other stuff, Maud Montgomery's books are real to me in a way that other books aren't, so it was really hard to deal with all the things that happened to those characters in that book... I was crying through most of it in frusration or anger or some such thing as if they were real. I just wish Maud Montgomery wouldn't tell beforehand when characters are going to die, because it just makes it even worse than if you didn't know, because then you're waiting for it to happen the whole time, and it overshadows everything, and it doesn't make it any easier when it does happen. But I got through it, and I'm glad I did, because I need her books and I'm going to read them all eventually.
I also read The West End Horror by Nicholas Meyer. I know I've bashed him in the past over Seven Per Cent Solution, but I was bored and desperate, and West End Horror was much better. It was very cute and fun, and all the cameos by famous 19th century figures were actually very charming and effective.
But anyway, moving... whoa.
