This has been a strange week. We emerged from our vacation cocoon to be hit with an earthquake, told a hurricane would be heading our way, and to prepare for high winds and flooding. Run, run away…preferably waving hands in air for dramatic flair. My sister called me when she heard about the hurricane and my response, “Yea, someone hates DC right now.”
And the veggies even got in on the weirdness. We belong to a CSA (community supported agriculture) program and each week we get fruits and veggies delivered to my husband’s office. He sent me this photo.
Him: “What is this?”
Me: “I think it’s a pattypan squash. Usually they’re smaller than that though.”
Him: “IT’S HUGE!”
Me: “Apocalypse zombie squash.”
I’m hoping the squash is the end of the weirdness. The winds and rain are gone and it’s now a beautiful day in DC. We went for a walk this morning, and with the exception of a few tree limbs down, our neighborhood weathered Irene well. Our power and water stayed on the entire night and no major problems to report.
Anyway…books! No, I didn’t forget that’s usually what I talk about here.
On vacation last week I finished A Storm of Swords and holy crap George RR Martin. You. Are. The. Master. If I can get butt in chair for more than 10 minutes, I’ll get a review done. I’m suffering from laziness on the writing front.
I also read A Long-Forgotten Truth by Rachel Ballard. Not bad for a first time author. I finished it in one sitting; very readable.
Started 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Verne and finished it up this weekend. I’m not sure what possessed me to pick up a 1,089 page book shortly after finishing a 1,074 page book!? I’m book crazy, I know it.
Link love time…
In case my praise of Mr. Martin above was not trustworthy, The New York Times thinks the same thing.