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My stint of furious and ill-advised novel-reading continues unabated. Today I made the glorious mistake of tuning in to my flist's current flailing about Megan Whalen Turner, and I read The Thief cover-to-cover. Glorious because I really liked it (despite the complete lack of female characters until, like, the last ten pages), but mistake because that's the only one in the series that the university library has. We'll see how long my povery can hold out over my bookwormitude before I make a break for Kinokuniya and buy the rest of the series.

Currently I'm trying to write, hoping that the sheer deluge of words going in will lead to a smaller-scale deluge of words coming out, but it isn't working as well as I'd hoped. I just want to inhale MORE BOOKS.

ETA: Speaking of books, guess who just tripped over her credit card and preordered sarahtales's second book, The Demon's Covenant? Yeah, that'd be me.

Also.

ALSO.

Kicking guiltily around bookdepository.co.uk (as one does) I discovered this stage version of Vernon God Little, one of my favourite books ever. (I blab about it in this post.)

I JUST

STAGE ADAPTATION?

COLIN MORGAN???

I am not sure whether to curse fate that I missed this confluence of AMAZING or to burst out laughing and never stop at the idea of Merlin and Vernon being played by the same person.