There was just one, and now it's dead."
A week of literary note, to be sure. Everyone is reading "the new one." Everyone, that is, but your humble narrator. I promise I didn't set out to be the only person on the planet who hasn't read a single installment of the Harry Potter saga, but for one week out of each year, it seems, I'm doomed to this lonesome existence. Now the task of catching up on all six in the next year seems a trifle daunting. But all is well, because my long missing collection of Edward Gorey books has recently resurfaced, and I've spent a good portion of today reuniting with my beloved Amphigoreys
. I'll take sunken-eyed Edwardian children suffering cruel fates at the hands of evil plants, drunkards, and has-been ballerinas over silly Hogwarts any day.
And yes, I understand I've just been disowned by virtually everyone I've ever had the pleasure to call a friend (or lover). Except maybe Chad. I hope not anyway, because then I'll never get that His Dark Materials
set he promised :)
I've just returned from lunching at Le Wok Magique with Jesse, where Betty continues to have no earthly clue who I am. This, in spite of frequenting her fine establishment going on a decade. Today she thought I was Jesse's sister, a compliment I accepted heartily, to be sure. Next week, I'll be Adam's aunt. Read: Lullaby
- Chuck PalahnuikReading: Kiln People
- David BrinRe-reading: Amphigorey Also
- Edward Gorey