November 13th, 2013

hasui clouds of glory

"When yellow leaves, or none or few, do hang/ Upon the boughs that shake against the cold"

"All the leaves fell Monday night," Annie Canoe's dad said to me yesterday. "Noticed them when I was out running this morning." "Must have been those wind gusts," I answered abstractedly, because I hadn't noticed it myself. This morning, yes. Skeletal tree after skeletal tree in the dawn light. Coming home, a few left with pinky-yellow leaves against the pale aquamarine winter sky. Is supposed to stop being winter tomorrow but I recall the weekend's 10C/50F still felt very cold.

What have you just finished reading?
Francis Knight, Fade to Black, more from stubbornness than anything. There are books that are a waste of time and books that are a total waste of time, and this wasn't a total waste of time, but I'm not quite sure why I held on. It might have gone somewhere or done something surprising and it never did quite. So: no new or useful, but still not run of the mill urban fantasy. Possibly run of the mill dystopian fantasy, which I don't read enough of to know.

What are you reading now?
Still with Elizabeth Hand's Mortal Love, still wiffle-waffle why bother?

What will you read next?
Yangsze Choo's The Ghost Bride is on its way to me. Or I'll curl into a winterish hibernating ball and read The Science of Discworld 1.