Emothy

So. There was a book on my desk two days ago; In Conquest Born - I felt like rereading it. It is no longer here. I have no fricking idea where it's gone.

I thought perhaps I'd knocked it off, but it's not on the floor. It didn't fall into my work bag. I didn't take it over to the sofa to curl up and read and just forget it. I didn't take it into the bedroom again and put it back on the shelf, or near the bed to read.

It's somehow disappeared into a black hole for books I never knew existed. WHERE IS MY BOOK?

I've been looking for two whole daaaaaaaaaaays!

Someone please divine the answer for me :'(


eta; NEVER MIND, ALMOST EXACTLY TWO SECONDS AFTER POSTING OF COURSE I FOUND IT. THANKS FOR EMBARRASSING ME, UNIVERSE XDDDDDDDDDDDD

I'm home! My interview took not even ten minutes. The hotel was very clean and classy but the room was tiny considering it's for two adults and a child usually (we of course had the cost adjusted for three adults), and man how expensive is food?! This afternoon while waiting for our cab home were each had a cup of tea and that cost £7.50 for three. You do the math!

On the bright side, Ipswich turned out to be a goldmine for books, charity-shop-wise. The Oxfam shop especially was a branch dedicated only to books and I found three books in there for £11 altogether.

I had happened to be thinking about reading more Guy Gavriel Kay books but was having trouble really finding much through amazon (for example). I found THREE different books by him altogether in the charity shops, and one of them looks practically brand new and was selling in Waterstone's for £9.99 which I know because I had picked it up earlier to look at it. It was labeled £2 but they were doing "all books £1" in the charity shop I got it from. Could I have gotten more of a coincidental bargain? XD I love charity shops for the sheer randomness of what you find.

So, I got:
Forest Mage, Robin Hobb - I wasn't enthused about this series after pre-ordering the first volume years ago when it came out and not really wanting to continue the rest, but this volume I bought is hardback, only cost me £5 instead of the £18+ it was marketed at, and she still wrote my favourite books so it's kind of nice to own everything she's written, especially since I never finished the series. It wasn't abysmal, it just wasn't what I had been expecting from her. I'll give it a chance).
The Wilding, C.S Friedman - Even since I randomly gave 'In Conquest Born' a chance and really enjoyed it I had been intending to read this one, and had little luck getting hold of it. I'm talking years of intending to get it and searching. The chances of finding it were amazing.
The Summer Tree, Guy Gavriel Kay - See above! I had happened to pick up this in Waterstone's, being one of the authors they carried something by, which I didn't already own. I wasn't looking for anything in particular by him, just more than what I'd already read (The Lions of Al-Rassan and Sailing to Sarantium). But I wasn't going to just shell out £10 like that. With good reason :D)
A Song for Arbonne, Guy Gavriel Kay - £1.50. They also had Assassin's Apprentice for £1.25 but I figured just because you love a series that's no reason to collect it all over again now that they've re-issued them with new covers you don't even like ;)
Tigana, Guy Gavriel Kay - £2.99 in Oxfam. One of the more expensive books, but when you buy used from amazon they start at £2.75 just for postage, even if they charge you 1p for the actual book it's close enough that I might as well just buy and have the book in hand.
The Sword of Shannara, Terry Brooks and The Elfstones of Shannara, Terry Brooks - A girl from work bought me a set of three books from the Shannara universe and they weren't horrific so I thought I'd give some others a go. Any fantasy book I don't throw across the room in disgust or despair these days I'll read more of just for something to read!

Apart from that I bought a couple more pairs of long shorts for the eventual holiday from Peacocks and a new pair of earrings that are hoops made to look like the teeth of zips with a zip on them and a small portion of zip open. They're more awesome than I can explain ;) Oh and also three ceramic owl magnets from evolution. I love owls and I don't even know why!

There's one thing that really pisses me off in The Sandman series. You know how Lucian is the librarian of all books that have never actually existed? I HAVE HAD SO MANY DREAMS OF BOOKS I'VE NEVER WRITTEN OR READ. BOOKS MY FAVOURITE AUTHORS NEVER WROTE. I could fill my own library! And I don't remember any of them. That really annoys me a huge amount. Why can't I remember?

This post is brought to you by the fact that last night I dreamt there were at least five or six books on my bookshelf (that aren't actually there) sitting there waiting to be read and I couldn't work out why I'd never tried reading any of them before.

My new haircut is annoying me, too. Where I've slept on it the back all puffs up. I've had to wet it to keep it down and now it just feels greasy. And I could put it up, but only parts of it, because it's all layered everywhere and different lengths.

I'd just like to take a moment to gush a little about Stephen Fry. I love Stephen Fry. I knew a long time ago that I loved Stephen Fry, but reading his autobiography makes me want to squish him up and carry him around in my pocket love him. (Mostly so I can pluck him out now and then to cheer me up).

He has actually reminded me how wonderful it felt to be in love for the first time, no matter how awful the fall-out was, or the shittiness of unrequited love, whatever. Whatever the ending, the beginning, the sheer act of living and experiencing it... I suppose I can't say I regret that. Feeling on a high all the time, being completely aware of how obvious I was, how obsessed, head-over-heels and chastising myself every minute of every day for having to glance in his direction every few seconds, or check the classroom door to see if it was him walking in.

There are a few things in there that make me feel not so alone in the way my mind works, or perhaps the guilt I feel at having certain opinions or emotions.

And goddamned if I never would've guessed that MEN could sit and do something like imagine what lovely name that boy they'd just fallen for at first sight might have, the word that would match the beauty. Running through the alphabet, picking and choosing.

Can't say I've ever done it personally, but there are similar sorts of things I suppose I think of as being part of a woman's imagination? ;D Not in a way that demeans either gender.

I have fifty pages to go, and though I usually go to bed at eleven on a night before a working day, I think I'll be pressing on to finish this before I lay down tonight.

Anyone feel like rambling about the last book they read? Or their favourite book(s)? I just read A Wizard of Earthsea and considering how damn short it was, it was really hard-going to get through. So instead of moving onto the next Earthsea story, I am rereading The Lion of Senet, which is such an easy, plot-filled read (no these things aren't contradictory I swear!).

You get bonus points if the book(s) you ramble about is/are fantasy ;) I just want to book-ramble sometimes!