So yesterday was my 17th wedding anniversary. How did I spend it? By running a half marathon. All I can say is it seemed like a good idea when I booked it.
My husband very sensibly played golf instead.
Being the musings of a Yorkshire lass living in the USA. I'm a book geek, bird nerd, grammar Nazi, and hockey nut. Sarcasm is my default setting.
I read the first four of these books one after the other and it was a bit much so I decided to take a break. I was getting annoyed that Atticus was blithely going about his business (euphemism for causing absolute chaos in Asgard) and not receiving any payback for the pretty momentous things he was doing.
But in book five, the payback starts to happen. There are vampires, dark elves, dwarfs, Norse gods, Roman gods, Greek gods (yes, they are very different, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise), And they all have scores to settle.
But the best bit is, it turns out Granuaile is a cat person. Take that, Oberon!
"I don't know where Toronto is," the dryad said, looking lost.
"It's a place across the ocean with a great film festival and a bad hockey team", I explained, but she still looked bewildered. "Their ticket prices are sky-high but they haven't hefted the Stanley Cup since 1967. I know there's always next year, but, damn, you know?"
Some of you know I lost my mum to pancreatic cancer just before Thanksgiving last year.
Today was tough, but I have so many happy memories.
I put the feeders up when I got in from work, and twenty minutes later this little chap appeared. Summer is here!
this popped up in my Facebook feed, and gave me a much needed Monday morning laugh.
I normally love novels set in this time period (17th century France), and this one should have been absolutely perfect for me. Intrigue in a nunnery, plus the heroine's backstory of being a former high-wire circus performer. What more could you ask for?
I did enjoy revisiting the world of The Others. I like their no-nonsense, "if you break our rules you will get eaten" attitude. I mean what part of "do not take a motor boat onto the water because if you do you will die" do people not understand?
The Others don't bother with that namby-pamby three strikes and you're out malarkey. With them it's one strike and you will be torn limb from limb, bitten to death, or turned into a human torch by a friendly elemental.
Yeah, that's the kind of rule I can get behind.
The word "bollocks" is one of the most beautiful and flexible in the English language. It can be used to express emotional states ranging from ecstatic surprise to weary resignation in the face of inevitable disaster.
I have to say if you did one of those word map thingies showing my most commonly used words, "bollocks" would definitely feature quite heavily. (Along with 'beer', 'hockey', and 'cats').