I sometimes wish there were two of me. Not because one could play while one worked, but so that one could roller-skate while the other motorcycled, one could knit while the other read.

My roller skates are at the school (I can practice in the gym), the motorcycle is covered and waiting for spring, and my knitting is in a weird cusp between no-I-don’t-want-to-start-that-before-my-knitting-presents-are-done and I-have-lots-of-time-to-start-my-knitting-presents (I don’t, really. I am in denial for at least another week). Which leaves reading.

I’m (re)discovering that reading before bed helps me sleep better. It seems to be helping my dreaming and my waking imagination. It’s reversing the short attention span I was developing. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Go read The Shallows; What the Internet is Doing to Our Brains by Nicholas Carr.

I’m glad I’ve regained the ability to immerse myself in a good book. I missed it. And I’ve been immersing myself in a few lately.

Just got the new one by Lainie Taylor, Days of Blood and Starlight. Inhaled it like it was the scent of spring on a late winter day. Now the series has gone on the List Of Sequels I Am Grumpily Waiting For, along with the next George R.R. Martin book.

Before that was Cloud Atlas. I’d bought it when it first came out on paperback, but the language of the first story did not engage me. I’ll admit that I’d forgotten about until I saw the trailer for the upcoming movie. Found that if I’d read only another 4 pages further I’d have found myself in the next section and much more engaged. Clever book, the way it enfolds back on itself and the 6 stories like nested origami boxes.

I’ve been going back through my Sandman comics on the iPad. Graphic novels, sorry. Whatever. In any case, the iPad is a good medium for going through them again. I’ve also got Black Orchid, the Gaiman/McKean collaboration that is the perfect collaboration of delicious language and visuals. Made me remember that it’s been a while since I’ve their movie collaboration, Mirror Mask. I need another me to watch movies too apparently.

And speaking of Neil Gaiman, his spot as my favourite author is not as undisputed as it was. While I didn’t like China Mieville’s Kraken all that much, Perdito Station and The Scar have changed my mind about him. His craft to create these fully-imagined surreal worlds and make them believable is stunning, and his sentences are glorious. So, yeah, I like Mr. Mieville a lot.

I finished World War Z by Brooks finally. I was not knocked out by it. I think the most pleasure I got from it was in crossing it off my list.

I’m currently reading Ursula K. Le Guin’s Dispossessed. All I can think to say about it so far is what the hell took me so long to read her work? I remember starting to read one of her novels in my 20’s and dismissed it for some reason or another. Perhaps I just wasn’t really ready for my fiction to make me think.

You don’t even want to know what’s on my queue for when I finish Dispossessed. I think I still have 20-ish books to go to finish NPR’s top 100 science fiction books, plus I’ve got a bunch of books from the SF Humble Bundle I bought a few weeks ago.

Can’t wait for the holidays…lots of time to read then. That is, if I get my knitting done.


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