It’s my birthday. Continue reading
I left Seattle on Friday with the best of intentions.
You may recall my plan to finish my Bremerton library books, turn them in, and start on backlist books.
I have, after all, at least a dozen partially-read books, a hefty stack of recent purchases, and an embarrassing number of unread Powell’s finds. Continue reading
(The title of this post refers to astrology, not the serial killer. Sorry to disappoint, murderinos.) Continue reading
I can play it cool no longer.
After reading the Eternal Edition of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, that series is all I want to talk about. Continue reading
I haven’t escaped the Christmas tags.
Ha. I’m kidding. Why would I WANT to escape them? Continue reading