I've compiled a list of the books waiting on my shelves for attention. I was shocked to realize there were over 100. Well, maybe not shocked. Mildly surprised.
And I'll confess right now that I received a parcel earlier this week with several additions to that collection. My book club is meeting via Google hangouts these days and since I compiled this year's reading list, I feel duty bound to read the books. So much for carefully making sure that the public library had all the books on my list.
So Imaginary Numbers is one of my newest acquisitions and probably the next book in my future. Then I plan to continue my scifi reading project with C.J. Cherryh, and finally return to the land of Faerie with Wicked Lovely.
I find that my powers of concentration vary wildly from day to day. Today is a good day, yesterday was a distracted day. I'm learning to just roll with whatever happens, not my usual setting. This too shall pass.
Stay healthy & happy, my friends.
Well so much for saving this one for a rainy day. I just couldn't wait to dive straight back into the complicated and dangerous goings-on of the Price family.
We've already seen the world through the eyes of Verity, Alex, and Antinomy, and now it's time to see how an Incryptid makes sense of a human-dominated world. And not just any Incryptid; this is Sarah's story. She's a cuckoo, and cuckoos are very, very scary...
"I'm not a Price!"
"You took your last name from a science fiction novel about creepy telepathic children who want to destroy the world," said Verity. "That may be one of the most Price-like things you could have done. You're family. We raised you right. You're a Price and Prices don't run, or hide, or refuse to do something because it might be dangerous."
I was so wrapped up in the equations that I didn't realize the man was planning to move until he hooked a finger around the cord of my right headphone and popped it out of my ear. The drone of the plane's engine came roaring back, drowning out the lecture still playing in my left ear, followed by the sound of his smug, faintly nasal voice.
"I said, will you let me buy a drink? Pretty lady like you shouldn't have to fly alone."
Oh buddy, you sure picked the wrong person to try that with.