To wrap up last year . . . I'm embarrassed to say that I think I forgot a book. No, I know I forgot a book that I read. I got to thirty-nine. But I can only recall two I've yet to blog about, and the last book I talked about was number thirty-six . . . Bother. Here are the two I can recall:
37) The Fox Inheritance by Mary Pearson. This is the sequel to The Adoration of Jenna Fox, which I read a couple years ago and fell pretty hard for. This book takes us along for the ride with her friends Locke and Kara, the other two who were in the car accident with her. It's pretty intense, and tightly constructed. While I didn't enjoy it as much as I did the first book, this is still a great read, especially the moments when Locke is struggling to come to terms with who and what he now is. If you've read the first book, definitely follow it up with this sequel.
38) The Dark Crystal: Creation Myths, Vol. 1. Love. I love everything about the Dark Crystal universe: The characters, the animals, the land itself, everything. I wasn't disappointed with this graphic novel. It's a few different shorter stories strung together, which is fun, and Aughra is there, as always. I read this as part of my research for writing a last-minute submission to the Dark Crystal Author Quest, and can't wait to get my hands on the second volume!
39) UNKNOWN. Damnit.
So, diving headlong into 2014: I'm still struggling through my freelance commitments. One to go. I'm determined to take February and the early part of March off from freelancing so I can focus on editing my novels. And more ideas, I always have more ideas. There aren't enough hours in the day for all of the things I want to do, all of the stories I want to write.
Sometime early this morning I dreamed. I was in a fancy restaurant that I think was mostly empty.I was sitting across from a nice older man, he seemed sweet but somewhat self-conscious. Sandy brown hair. Kind eyes. His name was something fairly common, Richard or something. I don't recall for sure. We were talking, and when I paused in the midst of something, he handed me a ring box. He stammered a bit over his proposal while I opened the ring box, and cocked my head like a bird to look at the ring. It was made of some metal that was darker than gold, and had three sides to it. Two sides had a number of small diamonds set in two distinct patterns. The third side was one giant stone, a sort of orange-brown color with a million tiny facets cut into the face. There was a little card in the box that called the ring a huckleberry ring, or raspberry/huckleberry setting, or something. I looked at the gentleman proposing to me for a long moment. I wasn't in love with him. But he could provide something important: safety, security, home. So I said yes. He was very happy, and a group of other people came in and swept me up to prepare for the wedding. Some girls I know were in the crowd but I can't recall who. Then things get murky. Something about being outside, and a car, and maybe a dead body? And being questioned about my engagement/marriage. I mostly just recall sitting at the table and thinking it was okay that I didn't love him. That he was exactly what I needed.
And now, I'd best go. I have a bit more work to do tonight, and a busy day tomorrow. Good night, everyone!
The Myth of Fingerprints
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