Lately, all I want to do is lose myself in books. Like a Book obsessed Cookie Monster. Bookie Monster. "Letter B! B is for Bookies... Nom nom nomnom."
I think I am simply too drained to live my own life.
Which is a shame, cos it's pretty exciting right now. Costume meeting for the Macabre Cabaret tonight. Costumes! So much more fun that real clothes! I can spend days and weeks planning a costume that I wear once or twice, but organising my everyday clothes to look less frumpy? Nah, I am totally rocking the middle aged housewife look. :-p
So the last few weeks, I have managed to read (... or devoured words of pages with an intensity I haven't felt since I first discovered fantasy novels and had to read them ALL AT ONCE):
The Hunger Games. Cos if it is a book before the movie, I read before I watch.
The Mortal Instruments trilogy. So wow. So love the angst and agony and mythology in this series.
Magic Flute. Eva Ibbotson has been a favourite author since I first bought "Which Witch?" from the Scholastic Book order forms in Primary school. In the Magic Flute, she manages again to combine practicality, sentimentality and intensity in my favourite era in history, the early 1900's.
I have minimal interest in books about real life. Unless I am on a research bent, then I devour them voraciously, leaving a messy trail on undecodable notes in my trail, that I never collate into anything readable, and don't remember the results of a year later.
I am a very unfinished person.
And, there are a few chapters of the Mortal Instruments trilogy left, the four sleeping tweenies are still quietly sprawled out asleep all over the lounge room floor... I think I'm going to sneak in some more reading time.