mvrdrk showed up in my early morning dream today, along with her kids-- though one of them was a five year old boy. I remembered the details when I woke, and even when I was having a morning coffee, but the day's long-drawn drag-out has erased the rest of them from my mind.
Japanese friend is off home to see the parents. Asks me what I'd like from Japan, stipulating something light. Cannot think of a light thing I'd like from Japan, because manga are heavy, but feel like I'm forgetting the obvious thing. Which I just remembered: a Japanese change purse.
What was the last book you finished?
The Salvation of a Saint, a title which makes no sense in the context of the book and even less sense in Japanese where the saint is definitely female.
What are you reading now?
The third Toby Daye book, An Artificial Night. I'm getting just a *wee* bit tired of smart-ass protagonists, largely because no writer can come up with a new way of doing smart-ass. So the clever wisecracks are the same from author to author: hence stale, obvious, and irritating. I swear I shall dig out my Mr. Moto books, problems and all, because Mr. Moto is always polite and never wisecracks at all.
What will you read next?
Dunno. Heat has arrived for at least the next three days, so I may default to Late Eclipses, the next Toby book, just to have it read.