Monday, February 15, 2010

Fake Book Review

What a fun read! I just finished Ghost Waves by W. Everett Prusso and it was a delight. The last several books I have read were decent enough, but Ghost Waves was great from beginning to end. How refreshing to read a good story well told. I took the book to work today and every spare minute was filled with Captain Scrimshaw, Lady Reid, and the four heroes. Even though work was horrible and busy, these characters kept me sane. If only the book were three times as long and I could continue the story....but I will wait. I have no choice. This book has made my list of books to be re-read over and over.

And no, you can't borrow it. I might want it. You will have to get your own.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Blog Awards

Blog awards freak me out. I received an Over the Top award from Coming Down the Mountain and I couldn't handle the pressure. Answer questions? Only one word? People reading my innermost thoughts? Although I have been secretly jealous of blog awards ever since entering the blogging world, receiving my first one was scary. So scary in fact that I didn't even say thank you. I regressed back to fourth grade where I was too shy to say "Sorry" if I bumped into someone. I would just stare at them and hope they wouldn't talk to me. Of course now I never stop talking, but every now and then that old me pops up in weird places.

Then, again today, another award comes my way. Old Kitty surprises me with a Prolific Blogger award. This time I was able to unfreeze enough to at least say thank you. Perhaps someday I will have the courage to pick it up and pass it along. For now, I will just know it is there waiting patiently for me.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Yuck, allergies

Ugh, I am a mess. I have been looking forward to this afternoon of alone time filled with reading and music, but I have decided to be allergic to something instead. Some kind of rash is on my arm, my eye is swollen, and my allergy medicine isn't working. What a ruined day. At least I still have music as I scratch myself to death.