Daily Archives: March 31, 2009

What I Read This March

Lord John and the Private Matter by Diana Gabaldon
Sylvester by Georgette Heyer
The Game by Diana Wynne Jones
Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery (reread)
New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
Foundation by Mercedes Lackey
Pride and Prescience by Carrie Bebris
Good Enough by Paula Yoo
The Tower Room by Adele Geras
Zoe’s Tale by John Scalzi
The Last Colony by John Scalzi
Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery (reread)
Suite Scarlett by Maureen Johnson
Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson
Greener Shore by Morgan Llywelyn
Princess in Training by Meg Cabot
Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella
Bread Alone by Judith Hendricks
Princess on the Brink by Meg Cabot
Sweet Sixteen Princess by Meg Cabot
Night Train to Memphis by Elizabeth Peters
The Ghost Brigades by John Scalzi
Silhouette In Scarlet by Elizabeth Peters
The World According to Bertie by Alexander McCall Smith
Street of Five Moons by Elizabeth Peters
Party Princess by Meg Cabot
Princess in Training by Meg Cabot
Pride & Prejudice & Jasmin Fields by Melissa Nathan
Chicks With Sticks (It’s a Purl Thing) by Elizabeth Lenhard
Scott Pilgrim 5: Scott Pilgrim vs. The Universe by Bryan Lee O’Malley

My gods. Thirty-one. That’s one a day.

Um, yeah. Pretty much all I did this month was turn my brain off and read if I wasn’t working. I read most if not all of a book at bedtime each night because I didn’t have the energy to do anything else, and my brain was too awake to fall asleep easily. The library loves me; I love the library. They’re literally saving me, because I don’t have the money to buy books.

I finally read my first Georgette Heyer! I will read more.

I read the last three novels in the Old Man’s War series by John Scalzi, despite telling myself that I should really space them out to enjoy them one at a time. I’m sure I would have enjoyed them that way, too.

Why do I still read Mercedes Lackey? Is it because I keep hoping I’ll enjoy it as much as I did when I was seventeen?

I also finally decided to read the sequel to Twilight. It was better, although I still rolled my eyes a lot when the tragic hero re-entered the scene. I find the references to classic love stories and comparisons between the contemporary storyline and classic heroines and heroes really clunky. Meyer seems to undercut her own writing somehow. It will be working, actually flowing, and then she’ll do something that sinks it by using cliche or something, and it stumbles along that way for a while before it begins to creep back, only to run headlong into cliche again. It’s frustrating.

I wanted to like The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency much more than I did. Oh, well.

Hello, Day-After-Deadline

This is the day where I wander around aimlessly because what’s been driving me for however long I’ve been handling the project is gone, but I don’t have the brainpower to start something else up again right away. This time it isn’t so bad, as it’s only been two months, but it’s enough to make me need a bit of a time before jumping into something different. I can’t completely break with the project mentally yet, either, as my editor will be getting back to me today or tomorrow with her initial response.

I need to reinitialise my freelancing gig again, and I have to get back into the headspace to revise Orchestrated. I scheduled collating and calculating all my 2008 receipts for the taxes for this week, so I need to get into the headspace for that, too. Today, however, is my official Do-Nothing Day. Which of course means I’ll do other stuff like wash dishes and empty the dishwasher and make bread and plan out an Actual Meal Of Some Kind for dinner instead of kitbashing an hour before the meal. I should practise, as well. Not that I haven’t played tonnes of cello over Friday/Saturday/Sunday, but there were a couple of new things assigned at my last lesson that I haven’t even looked at yet.

Now I need to select and print some photos to go out with a small package. One of the things I need to do is hit the post office today, so hopefully the sun will come out again because I don’t want to go out into the cold, damp, dark day, even if I’ll be on the bus for a bit of it. I’m tired of being chilled.

(Oh, hell; my colour cartridge is out of one ink, so the colour is totally off. Looks like the yellow, as the resulting test picture is eerily purple. So much for photos. Gnarr.)