Enemy of Entropy
I’m Allergic to Our Bedroom
More specifically (I hope), something in it. Not Sam, happily, but every time I go in there, I’m all stuffed up within a few minutes.
We keep that room closed and have a window a/c unit in there, because the house a/c just doesn’t keep up so well.1 I’m wondering if there’s something about the air not circulating to the rest of the house that’s causing dust to settle in there?
The cat is seldom allowed in the room at all, and we don’t have any other pets. There aren’t any plants in the room.
We haven’t been using the air cleaners, because I can only get their filters by mail-order and just didn’t get around to getting new ones. I guess I need to order them and see if that helps.
Bah.
In nicer news, the girl and I went to the nice library today. I had gone through my “to-read” shelf at Good Reads and requested a bunch of books. More of them than I expected came through all at one time, whereupon I learned that they allow a maximum of 75 books to be checked out at once. Whoops! I had to put two back.
I have plenty to read now, though!
1 We had to put a unit in Katie’s room, too – it really wasn’t factored in to the tonnage on the a/c unit when someone finished a former garage, and it doesn’t have enough ducts. Now we need one for the guest room.
Review: Sunshine by Robin McKinley
Wow. That was a good book.
It was a little hard for me to get into at the beginning. This excerpt is from the first chapter, and if you don’t feel as – jangled? – as I did, perhaps it’s just me. But I kept at it, because there was so definitely something there. Read on…
The Girl Is Better! And More Reading
That’s a relief. I was getting quite worried. She spent most of the weekend sleeping or looking like a zombie, eating only what Sam could coax into her, and using heating pads. I’m starting to think that we should accept the offer to refer her to a pain management doctor, if only to have something she can take during a flare.
So I read the latest Anita Blake novel, Blood Noir. I’m not sure why I continue to read these. Honestly, Hamilton is a decent writer. I enjoy her prose. She just needs to go back to plot school! Or maybe work with a co-writer who is strong on plot, but not relationships or descriptions?
There was no plot at all for the first few hundred pages of the book. When something involving a previous “big bad” did happen, it was nothing but an inconvenience, and over within an hour of Anita finding out about it. Whoopee. There was a crisis and danger, of course, but I found them anticlimactic after the villains Anita has vanquished in the past.
There was, of course, lots of sex. This one could have been called, “Anita gets a fuck buddy.”
Oh well. On to Sunshine by Robin McKinley. Someone recommended it to me years ago, and I happened to see McKinley’s name somewhere and remembered it. I don’t think that I’ve read any of her novels before. Short stories, maybe.
What Was the Name of That Book?
I remember reading a book – no, a series – in the early 90s or so. The clearest memory I have is that there was some sort of drug that made anyone who took it “perfect” – healthy, beautiful, athletic, etc. It was also addictive after just one dose, and there was no way to get off it – to stop taking it meant death. The main character’s wife was dosed with it so that the suppliers could control the hero. I think the protagonist was white, and seem to recall that his wife was described as having an Afro.
Does that trigger any memories for anyone?
Books & Cute Photo
Totally unrelated to anything else: Squee! (Thanks, AMQ!)
For some odd reason, I got this weird notion about tracking down as many of the books I’ve read as possible. No, I don’t know why.
Read on…
