How today is going.
This was also after I woke up thinking it was noon and then found out it was actually one. >_<
Where has the time gone? In my last post, I was anticipating my new apartment and complaining about Plain Bad Heroines. Now it’s been a month, I’ve finished Plain Bad Heroines, and I’m moving in five days and I am not even a little bit packed. I’m beyond understanding the weather, and time is still as weird as it’s been for the last two years. I haven’t even been reading because I’ve been in one of those phases where I’d rather binge YouTube and play Pokémon X for the five billionth time. (I just became League Champion again. It’s very exciting.) I keep telling myself I’ll start reading again, start regularly blogging again, start drawing again after I’ve moved, but I seem to remember saying the same things the last time I moved, and almost none of them came true.
But maybe it’s because this apartment has always felt somewhat temporary to me. It’s surprisingly roomy, especially for a cheap Baltimore walk-up, and it’s adorable and it gets great natural light, but it has a number of issues, such as the laundry room, which is in a neighboring house. (I mean, there’s a reason it’s cheap.) It was the perfect starter apartment and I was planning to stay in it for at least two years, but then I went and got promoted and my plans to skimp on housing costs went out the window. This move is going to be somewhat different from my last move, and I’m looking forward to it. And I’m also really hoping that I like the new place, because now that I’m moving into an apartment with a washer/dryer in-unit I would very much like to stay in it for at least five years if I find it satisfactory.
All the same, I’m going to miss this cozy, chaotic little mess. I can almost guarantee that this topic is not fascinating to anyone other than myself, but bear with me, because I do need to document this.
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
February Reading Stats
- The Magician’s Elephant – Kate DiCamillo
- Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth
- Black Sun – Rebecca Roanhorse
- Witches Steeped in Gold – Ciannon Smart
Total Pages Read: 1,136
I really did not think it would end this way. I love books about witches, so it was a complete surprise when I failed to fall in love with Witches Steeped in Gold. In total fairness, the story was interesting. The overly elaborate writing drove me up the wall. As with The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, it reminded me somewhat of my old writing, in the worst possible way. I can stoically plow through most things, such as ASOIAF, but I cannot read books that remind me of how I used to write. Witches also described a gate as “rescinding” back into the ground, and that is very much not how you use that word. “Receding” would have been appropriate. “Rescinding” was not. I will absolutely die on this hill. I don’t feel bad saying that this was the point where the book lost me. I also think I might have enjoyed it more if I were better informed on Jamaican culture and folklore, but that one’s on me.