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Books read:
-- Two more Harry Dresden novels (#4 and #6). I especially liked #6. Also, one of'em had a sex scene that made me worry he was slipping down the Laurell K. Hamilton slope, but I think he realized the error of his ways.
-- Amanda Quick's most recent paperback. (I don't have it nearby and can't remember the name, but it has a secret society of people with ESP and the heroine is a photographer. It was an Amanda Quick novel. What can I say, she's nothing if not consistent.)
-- Another Elizabeth Peters novel. (Summer of the Dragon? Something like that. Wacky archeologists in the American Southwest.) I guessed the villain, but I don’t mind that.
-- The most recent novel in Elizabeth Moon's current trilogy (about the merchant family, the Vattas). I read the whole darn book and found it readable and interesting and got to the end and was like, "That's it? Hardly anything happened?" I think the lesson here is I need to wait and read Elizabeth Moon space opera novels after they're collected in trilogies.
-- C.J. Cherryh's Cyteen, which was irritating and then absorbing and then frustrating.
Movie seen: Vacancy. It's a *very* well-crafted suspense film -- the cinematography and editing were effective, and the performances were all solid as well. It reminded me a lot of ... well, Hitchcock, but also Hitchock-*era* movies; the credits had a real vintage feel to them. There were a couple real stupid moments (Luke Wilson carefully peering around the edge of a door when there's a peephole 12 inches to his left), but overall it was pretty darn good. Not to mention scary as hell.
Finally,
So tonight at the theater to see Vacancy, while we were watching the pre-trailer slideshow, I commented that tomorrow is Wednesday -- hump-day.
And Mark said, "Speaking of hump-day, we oughta hump."
It's like being married to Shakespeare, I tell ya.
-- Two more Harry Dresden novels (#4 and #6). I especially liked #6. Also, one of'em had a sex scene that made me worry he was slipping down the Laurell K. Hamilton slope, but I think he realized the error of his ways.
-- Amanda Quick's most recent paperback. (I don't have it nearby and can't remember the name, but it has a secret society of people with ESP and the heroine is a photographer. It was an Amanda Quick novel. What can I say, she's nothing if not consistent.)
-- Another Elizabeth Peters novel. (Summer of the Dragon? Something like that. Wacky archeologists in the American Southwest.) I guessed the villain, but I don’t mind that.
-- The most recent novel in Elizabeth Moon's current trilogy (about the merchant family, the Vattas). I read the whole darn book and found it readable and interesting and got to the end and was like, "That's it? Hardly anything happened?" I think the lesson here is I need to wait and read Elizabeth Moon space opera novels after they're collected in trilogies.
-- C.J. Cherryh's Cyteen, which was irritating and then absorbing and then frustrating.
Movie seen: Vacancy. It's a *very* well-crafted suspense film -- the cinematography and editing were effective, and the performances were all solid as well. It reminded me a lot of ... well, Hitchcock, but also Hitchock-*era* movies; the credits had a real vintage feel to them. There were a couple real stupid moments (Luke Wilson carefully peering around the edge of a door when there's a peephole 12 inches to his left), but overall it was pretty darn good. Not to mention scary as hell.
Finally,
So tonight at the theater to see Vacancy, while we were watching the pre-trailer slideshow, I commented that tomorrow is Wednesday -- hump-day.
And Mark said, "Speaking of hump-day, we oughta hump."
It's like being married to Shakespeare, I tell ya.