I trust everyone had a pleasant holiday weekend. Ours was very quiet with just a little bar-b-queing, but nice nonetheless. The Hubby had Friday through Monday off – a nice four-day weekend! – and the Kiddo had Monday off, so it was family time. Not that the Kiddo spent much of that “family time” at home. He spent most of his weekend doing what teenagers do best – hanging out with friends. He got a good head start on his tan by spending Saturday at the neighborhood pool, Sunday at Galveston, and part of Monday back at the neighborhood pool. I’m starting to see what the summer is going to be like this year. At least I won’t be hearing him whine about how bored he is!
I have a headache. It’s mostly because I stayed up until 5am reading. Carrie, I could strangle you for ever suggesting Jim Butcher to me! Gah! I went to the library last week to do the usual turning in and checking out and was looking specifically for a series of books by Jim Butcher. I didn’t know what the series was called; I only knew the author. The only series carried by the library I frequent is the “Aleran Codex” series, which is the books he wrote about the furies. I hope that’s the one you meant me to get, Carrie! They had books two through five, but not book one. I was so desperate for new reading material that I checked them all out anyway.
Yes, I was contemplating reading a series without reading the first book. I’m dangerous like that.
I also checked out a book by Jeff Overstreet called Auralia’s Colors (I think), as well as four books by Anne McCaffrey – the “Freedom” series, I think. (I don’t have the books in front of me and I’m not willing to get up right now to go look.) I finished the Overstreet book: Not bad. I may consider checking out the next book in the series, if the library has it.
The last time I went to the library, I stocked up on books by Neil Stephenson. I had read his Anathem, and really liked it, and was totally surprised to find a good fantasy book that had math nerd stuff in it. I picked it up from a display on a whim, so it’s a funny coincidence that the basis of the universe in the book is math-centric. He even went so far as to put a couple of mathematical proofs in the appendix, and although the proofs were far from formal, I would hedge a bet that a lot of people still wouldn’t understand them simply because it’s math. Folks are funny when they’re reading “math stuff,” and have a tendency to just mentally shut down. It’s like there’s a presupposition that, simply because it’s math, they won’t understand it. But I can understand thinking that way, because just a few, short years ago, I was the same way.
I’m seriously digressing here. My point was that since I liked Anathem so much, I might like other works by Mr. Stephenson. What I didn’t account for was the fact that it took nearly 1000 pages of reading Anathem before the book got good enough for me to not want to put it down. Apparently, all of Mr. Stephenson’s books run this way for me because the next book, Cryptonomicon, was the exact same way. And when I started reading a third novel that was forming the same shape, I decided that I’d had enough of Mr. Stephenson for a while. I appreciate his writing, but that’s a lot of reading to do before you’re engaged by the story. So, after striking it out with Neal Stephenson, I was really looking for something new that would be immediately engaging, and my BFF had perfect timing in suggesting Jim Butcher. But, as I said, I was missing the opening number by not being able to check out that first book.
I decided to read the Overstreet novel first, and it’s a good thing I did because it bought me the time I didn’t know I needed. A couple of days later, on Friday, the Kiddo and his girlfriend wanted to go see the new Star Trek movie, and I was more than happy to play chauffeur and chaperone. Goody for me, because there is a Waldenbooks in the mall. Even gooder (hah!) for me was the purely accidental finding of book one of the Butcher Aleran Codex series. So, I bought it. I’ve never read a single word written by Jim Butcher, but I still bought a book he wrote. (I also expanded my personal collection of “classics” by purchasing Rabbit, Run by John Updike and The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer – neither of which I’ve read before but both of which are constantly referred to in popular culture, but you’d only know it if you’re familiar with the books, which is why I bought them. And I bought a couple of book thongs. And if you don’t know what they are, check out this site.) So, I spent a day finishing the Overstreet, and then picked up the first book of the Butcher series on Saturday. There wasn’t a lot going on in the house this weekend, but everyone was home, so I had a hard time settling into reading a new book. But yesterday was apparently book-reading day, because both the hubby and I hibernated in the bedroom most of the afternoon reading our respective books. (I checked out the Taltos series by Steven Brust for him.) By the time everyone gone to bed, I was completely lost.
I took about an hour out to watch the new season opener of Jon and Kate Plus 8 on TLC, then read for an hour. Then, I called an old friend who is in town this week ( having dinner tomorrow night! woot!) and talked to her until 2am, then went back to the book again. I finished right before 5am, and was snoring not long after. And now, I have a headache.
Of course, staying up late means getting up late – especially if you have no job – and when I got up at 11, there was no one home besides me and the animals. The Kiddo was at school and everyone else was at work. When Dad got home, he bade me good morning and started mowing the lawn. I’m not sure what it says about the schedule I’m keeping lately when seeing me at 2pm elicits a good morning from my father.
Anyway, we have a band concert to attend tonight. It’s the last one of the school year. I can’t seem to get it through my child’s head that he doesn’t need to spend every minute before we need to leave at his GF’s house. That’s where you spent your entire weekend, you nit wit. How about spending some time in your own home for a change? Gah. Teenagers.


