I'm not going to make excuses about not posting. I'm not going to make excuses about not posting. I'm not going to make excuses about not posting.
Betwixt and between visitors and birthday parties and family love galore, I have actually gotten around to all of the items listed in the previous post, but I am just not AT ALL in the mood to properly post on these beauties, so consider this merely record-keeping.
I did indeed swallow whole the first book in Suzanne Collins' trilogy. I was not at all surprised by how bad the writing was at times, but pleasantly surprised by how good the story was throughout. I am looking forward to whizzing through the rest of the series, but I have to figure out how to borrow the second one for free. I also need to figure out if Amazon's prime lending thing that only allows one book a month calculates by the calendar or by 30 days from your last borrowing.
Speaking of borrowing, I recently had to pay $23 in fines at our local public library, and I didn't mind at all. I consider it my year-end gift, and to be honest, it is still a bargain at that ridiculous price. That was, by the way, not the result of a year-long spree of negligence. That was one sack of books and audiobooks checked out for our Thanksgiving travels that somehow managed to be 10 days overdue. Nice.
After The Hunger Games, I turned to something from my TBR shelf. Cynthia Lord's Rules was an excellent YA novel that received the Newbery Award Honor designation. It was a fun, quick read about a girl, her autistic brother, and the challenges they both face. It was honest and thoughtful, and I really liked the relationship between the siblings, but it frustrated me as a parent. Having a child with special needs is undoubtedly difficult, and though this portrayal may be true for some, I didn't like reading about these parents who didn't seem to even be trying to help him navigate the world. They were detached, and the sister/daughter was shouldering a burden she shouldn't have been responsible for.
Then, I started Joanne Harris' Five Quarters of the Orange. Though I haven't read Chocolat, I loved the movie, and this book has started with a similar sensory overload. In a good way. And on that foodie note, I'm going to go figure out what's for dinner on this last day of the year. Happy New Year, booklings. I'll be seeing you in 2012.