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Jan. 29th, 2014 05:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWednesday Reads
So, I, um. May have spent the bulk of the weekend and the first couple of days mainlining the Kenzie-Gennaro novels. Dennis Lehane, I read... five? The first five of them, A Drink Before The War, Darkness Take My Hand, Sacred, Gone Baby Gone, Prayers for Rain. I'd actually never read these before! I've read Dennis Lehane before, I really enjoyed Shutter Island, but somehow I'd never gotten around to these. Being a mystery aficionado, of course, I devoured them. They were very tasty. And as I mentioned, of course I fell in love with the psychopath.
Still chugging away at Bobby Graves, the silly old man. I really need to read The Book of the Courtiers next, and apart from that I have no idea what I'll do for my Joie reading. I'm sure I've got a novel or three around here somewhere that I haven't gotten around to. I've got a shitton of Oz books, maybe I'll re-read those.
Up to the top of page 42, today's Russian was considerably harder than before because a lot of it was long words I don't at all know. Mostly involving furniture. Though there was some recognition after the fact of cognates/related words to other languages not English. Seriously, muebles, meubles (you have no idea how often I fuck up the spelling of BOTH French and Spanish), and then мебели. Learning languages is so much easier when you have one or two under your belt already, and even more so when they're at all related. Go go Indo-European languages!
Which reminds me that I really need to get back to my Latin, too.
Home, writing, possibly some blogging but more probably some staring zoned out at the TV and attempting to write and stuffing my face with the Chinese food I couldn't order yesterday because they, like me, had fucked off for home and the hell with the day's business, life and limb were more important. As well they should! Only that the boy suggested I order Chinese yesterday before he went to bed and the roads went even more to shit, and I spent the whole day craving crab rangoon. And I'm still craving it.
Maybe if we're all very lucky it'll warm the fuck up a bit and we can have a few days of respite from the hellish cold. Because if we get Polar Vortex 3: The Vortexing I am burrowing under all my blankets and you can't make me come out till Portland. Fucking brr, y'all.
So, I, um. May have spent the bulk of the weekend and the first couple of days mainlining the Kenzie-Gennaro novels. Dennis Lehane, I read... five? The first five of them, A Drink Before The War, Darkness Take My Hand, Sacred, Gone Baby Gone, Prayers for Rain. I'd actually never read these before! I've read Dennis Lehane before, I really enjoyed Shutter Island, but somehow I'd never gotten around to these. Being a mystery aficionado, of course, I devoured them. They were very tasty. And as I mentioned, of course I fell in love with the psychopath.
Still chugging away at Bobby Graves, the silly old man. I really need to read The Book of the Courtiers next, and apart from that I have no idea what I'll do for my Joie reading. I'm sure I've got a novel or three around here somewhere that I haven't gotten around to. I've got a shitton of Oz books, maybe I'll re-read those.
Up to the top of page 42, today's Russian was considerably harder than before because a lot of it was long words I don't at all know. Mostly involving furniture. Though there was some recognition after the fact of cognates/related words to other languages not English. Seriously, muebles, meubles (you have no idea how often I fuck up the spelling of BOTH French and Spanish), and then мебели. Learning languages is so much easier when you have one or two under your belt already, and even more so when they're at all related. Go go Indo-European languages!
Which reminds me that I really need to get back to my Latin, too.
Home, writing, possibly some blogging but more probably some staring zoned out at the TV and attempting to write and stuffing my face with the Chinese food I couldn't order yesterday because they, like me, had fucked off for home and the hell with the day's business, life and limb were more important. As well they should! Only that the boy suggested I order Chinese yesterday before he went to bed and the roads went even more to shit, and I spent the whole day craving crab rangoon. And I'm still craving it.
Maybe if we're all very lucky it'll warm the fuck up a bit and we can have a few days of respite from the hellish cold. Because if we get Polar Vortex 3: The Vortexing I am burrowing under all my blankets and you can't make me come out till Portland. Fucking brr, y'all.