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So the November writing thing has fallen in a heap, as I fully expected :( All I want to do in my leisure time at the moment is sleep. My body has decided that heartburn is no longer the funnest of all the fun ways it could somatise my stress, and has instead moved back to the aching exhaustion that strikes in the middle of the afternoon no matter how much sleep I've had the night before. YAY.

However: my toenails are a cheerful shade of blue, and tonight I made uber-delicious cannellini bean & chorizo soup for dinner, and one of my housemates made caramel popcorn with spices in it so our kitchen smells delicious <3

I keep pointlessly refreshing my local library login page as though the three books I've reserved will magically leap into the 'items awaiting collection' column. I like to think that they are rushing towards me from all across the Central Western NSW area AS WE SPEAK:
1) Malinda Lo, Ash (HOW can this book still be in physical processing, it has been months, JUST WHACK ON SOME CONTACT AND A BARCODE AND GIMME THE BOOK)
2) Carrie Ryan, The Forest of Hands and Teeth (zombie kick continues)
3) Ursula Le Guin, The Left Hand of Darkness (FINALLY)

I am mad with the power of online reservations, guys, REC ME SOME BOOKS. The collection's pretty extensive, although they do not have Karen Healey's Guardian of the Dead, which I have been wanting to read for months. Grr.

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I'd recommend Catherynne Valente's The Night Garden.(for an odd recommendation) It's a book of fairy tales with a frame narrative. It's gorgeous. It's almost like prose poetry, she uses metaphors and similes like bread and butter. It's like a Russian nesting doll with stories within stories.

For a less crazy recommendation: Dust of 100 Dogs by A.S. King.

(I can't seem to think of more mainstream fantasy books at the moment)