Book Fiend

Yesterday afternoon, I felt a bit less under the weather and ventured out to the bookstore. Mind you,  I’ve actually sworn off buying books. I’ve got a library card now—see! And our athenaeum here in Quincy is big—gorgeous too. Why did I cross the bookseller's door where I’m guaranteed to part with more cabbage than advisable? I don’t know how to find the books I want in the library yet and, besides, sometimes I just like to browse. Can I browse in a library?

Lame? Yes, yezzzzz. Possibly a guide to show me around would be useful—introduce me to the stacks and shit.

Despite not being in need of a new read (YET!), I figured I’d saunter into our local book seller, explore new titles and make a list to bring to Thomas Crane later this week. Yes, I really thought I'd do just this.

Currently I’m in the middle of book five of John Scalzi’s Old Man’s War series—The Human Division. LOVE this series! My new fav charachter is Hafte Sorvalh, a Conclave diplomat who is just SO stunningly spectacular at her job!

In real life diplomacy isn't, I imagine, thrilling, hard edged, wildly suspenseful and wickedly cool. My thought is that it’s probably slow moving, plodding—less exciting. The way Scalzi writes, it's gripping, sly and entertaining as all hell to say the very least.

*ahem* so yeah, in the middle of a ripping yarn, didn’t need a new book but there I was...in the libro emporium. I’d turned over a book buying leaf though. Hadn’t I? Just gonna make a list. Right?

Turns out Christopher Moore’s got a new one out AND it’s a continuation of A Dirty Job which I absolutely LOVED!

People start dropping dead around him, giant ravens perch on his building, and it seems that everywhere he goes, a dark presence whispers to him from under the streets. Strange names start appearing on his nightstand notepad, and before he knows it, those people end up dead, too. Yup, it seems that Charlie Asher has been recruited for a new job, an unpleasant but utterly necessary one: Death. It’s a dirty job. But hey, somebody’s gotta do it.

In the sequel, Secondhand Souls,

Something really strange is happening in the City by the Bay. People are dying, but their souls are not being collected. Someone--or something--is stealing them and no one knows where they are going, or why, but it has something to do with that big orange bridge. Death Merchant Charlie Asher is just as flummoxed as everyone else. He's trapped in the body of a fourteen-inch-tall "meat puppet" waiting for his Buddhist nun girlfriend, Audrey, to find him a suitable new body to play host.

OK, I HAD to buy it. I've simply GOT to read this next. You understand…right? What's that you say? Donna, you have negative levels of willpower?

Your point?