I had a pretty decent day at work, all in all - it started early since I had a meeting at eight, but the rest of it was smooth sailing. I left shortly before five and got a manicure (necessary solely because I needed someone to remove the gel from my fingernails), then came home and stuck to my promise to do very little tonight - although I derailed myself initially. I had decided I would read a book instead of checking twitter, but to buy the book I wanted to read, I had to get on my phone and update my payment info for my Kobo...and then I read twitter for 45min. Oops.
But Katie called unexpectedly and rescued me from my twitter stupor, so we talked for awhile and made plans for the weekend. Then I ate supper (leftover chicken and sweet potatoes) and read the book I had downloaded....and read all of it, which is why I'm still up at 1:11am. I read KINGFISHER by Patricia A. McKillip (although I accidentally typed 'kingfister' when I wrote that sentence, which would have been another book entirely). It was as gorgeous and incomprehensible as all of her books - the prose is so perfect, and the dream so vivid, that you want to drown in it even though it's all so stylized that it's sometimes unclear what actually happened. Which, actually, is fitting, since many of her stories are about enchantments - which is what the book feels like when I'm in it, since it's enchanting and perfect and I never remember a bit of the plots later.
Anyway, I enjoyed the book, and it was nice to spend a night reading rather than mindlessly watching Top Chef. And now I need to sleep - goodnight!
But Katie called unexpectedly and rescued me from my twitter stupor, so we talked for awhile and made plans for the weekend. Then I ate supper (leftover chicken and sweet potatoes) and read the book I had downloaded....and read all of it, which is why I'm still up at 1:11am. I read KINGFISHER by Patricia A. McKillip (although I accidentally typed 'kingfister' when I wrote that sentence, which would have been another book entirely). It was as gorgeous and incomprehensible as all of her books - the prose is so perfect, and the dream so vivid, that you want to drown in it even though it's all so stylized that it's sometimes unclear what actually happened. Which, actually, is fitting, since many of her stories are about enchantments - which is what the book feels like when I'm in it, since it's enchanting and perfect and I never remember a bit of the plots later.
Anyway, I enjoyed the book, and it was nice to spend a night reading rather than mindlessly watching Top Chef. And now I need to sleep - goodnight!
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Thought you were reading a historical book of the "ultra Socialist" for a moment. Then I realized it wasn't about "The Kingfish" Huey P. Long. However, that is also a good read.
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