Saturday, February 26, 2011

CBRIII: Book#11: The Bone Collector by Jeffery Deaver

There were times while reading Deaver's The Bone Collector that I started to think I was back in college. (I have my degree in criminal justice, emphasis crime scene work.) Deaver really did his homework on the vast and infinitely interesting world of forensics and crime scene investigations and it helped this novel come alive for me. However, it isn't the best book I've ever read but it's not anyplace near the bottom either. It's enjoyable, tense, and full of detail.

Monday, February 21, 2011

CBRIII: Book#10: Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist

Oskar is a twelve year old boy that lives with his mother in the Swedish town of Blackeberg. He is obsessed with murderers and keeps a scrapbook with macabre clippings from newspapers in it. Oskar is mercilessly picked on by boys in his class named Micke, Jonny, and Tomas. He's sick of being called Piggy and being tormented for the sick pleasure of the other boys. One night Oskar meets Eli on the monkey bars outside of their respective apartments. Oskar is immediately taken with the strange girl and they slowly become friends. However, Eli and her assumed father are not how they seem.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

CBRIII: Book#9: Bloodsucking Fiends by Christopher Moore

Jody Stroud is afraid. She's afraid of being alone, as evidenced by living with several different guys over the course of her lifetime. She's afraid of walking the streets of San Fransisco, crossing the street whenever a perceived threat crosses her path. Unfortunately, she didn't see the vampire that attacks her on her way home one night. The one that bites her, makes her drink from him, and then places her under a dumpster to sleep while she changes into the Undead.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

CBRIII: Book#8: You Suck by Christopher Moore

Oh, vampires. I am so very not sick of you and all of your iterations. Seriously, I still love vampires. Sparkly ones, ancient ones, sexy ones, evil ones, nice ones, all of them. So when my cousin let me borrow two bags of books and I saw this title in the pile, I thought, "Awwww, yeeeeah."

Sunday, February 13, 2011

CBRIII: Book#7: Just After Sunset by Stephen King

Oh, Stephen King! I just can't quit you! No matter how many times you disappoint (Under the Dome) or underwhelm me ('Salem's Lot), I just keep coming back for more. It's a good thing that you are on more than you are off, sir. Good for you and good for me. This collection of stories is another batch of good.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

CBRIII: Book#6: Fool by Christopher Moore

I must admit, it took me a while to really decide that I wanted to finish reading this book. I started reading it and then was unable to make myself pick it up for long periods of time. Then one day, it all clicked. I snuggled up in a blanket, bullied my family out of my face, and read a huge chunk of Moore's novel. It really is worth the time. And it is deliciously perverse, which I love when done correctly.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Snowpocalype: The Ice-ening

Not my home, but a good representation.
Holy shit, kids. The weather people said we'd get ice and power outages and then a layer of snow on top and we got it. At my house we're on Day 2 of Everyone Is Home and Momma Needs Some Time To Herself, Gawl. I need time to sing to myself, clean when no one is walking behind me and mucking things up again, and curl up and read. I can't do these things when the television is on and fluctuating between Word World and How The Earth Was Made constantly.

Luckily, our electricity only went out twice for about 2 or 3 minutes a time last night. I had set out candles and flashlights but when the electric actually went out I couldn't find the flashlight. SMRT. That's me. Probably more annoying was the fact that the electric went out twice during Easy A and the same part of the movie. Thank Godtopus for scene selection on Blu-rays. Easy A was a fun watch, good but not as awesome as I was expecting. I blame my fellow Pajibans for hyping it up. Sadly, I can't blame the crapulence of Devil on the ice storm, wind, Pajibans, or electricity. What a turd.

I went to bed and was awakened by the wind whipping at the house around 2:30 this morning. Then the wind was throwing ice or something at the house and kept jerking me away just as I was about to drift off to Dreamland again. (Which I would have loved to do since my dreams are awesome. I should really document them more on here and then try to get someone to pay me to make them into movies.) The Husband checked around the house this morning and found nothing amiss, save a few small branches in the yards, front and back. However, the house next door has a HUGE limb near the street and the house across from us has a huge limb in the driveway. The house across the street is empty, so, you know. That branch will be there until Mother Nature claims it back into the ground.

I shouldn't complain too much. My friends had their LOCKED front door BLOWN OPEN BY THE WIND. And their electric has been out since 11:30 last night. They're going to a hotel for the night. My aunt is without electric as well and apparently my brother lost power at his place last night. His one-year-old son was less than alarmed by this development, as he had a flashlight to play with so screw the dark.

So that's my boring recap of Snowpocalypse: The Ice-ening. I'm just glad I don't have anything exciting to relay about it.