I don't know about for you, but for me, time is sure flying by! I can't believe this week is BBAW it feels unreal in so many ways. And the third BBAW!
It's cooled down a bit here...the evenings are fantastic, but being Southern California the sun is still pretty hot during the day. I'm just glad that 107 degree weather is over.
Normally I'd be all excited about Fall and Halloween but I can hardly believe we're nearing mid-September! I need to hurry up and go enjoy the pumpkin-y and spiced apple goodness of Fall!
On the reading front, I've started The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness. Many people have told me they loved the Chaos Walking series and that they liked it better than The Hunger Games trilogy. I'm about halfway through the first book and I don't really understand the comparison. They are different stories. I've not been as into as I expected, but I do plan to keep reading. I also finished the second Gregor book (otherwise known as the Underland Chronicles) and loved it. I read Feed by M.T. Anderson last week and loved it--definitely a book to make you think. Hopefully I'll get a chance to review all of these books at some point. I'm also reading a little each day for the INSPYs as we will be announcing short lists at the beginning of next month.
I also got the chance to watch a screener for Fox's upcoming show Lone Star and will be reviewing that for you next week.
And because we all get busy, just in case you missed it, this week I reviewed A Stranger Like You by Elizabeth Brundage, shared a conversation with Beth Kephart, invited you to join in on the Lonesome Dove readalong, and recapped the awesome season opener of The Vampire Diaries.
And to sign off for now, I leave you with one of the most beautiful things I've read in ages. Here's a teaser:
Later, while the rain battered Tennessee, Aedan sat on the couch and wept. He punched the cushion and cried, “I’m sorry. I feel terrible and stupid that I’m crying over a little rabbit when there are people dying all over the world. It was just a rabbit!” I was astonished, as I often am by my children. I held him and told him to cry all he wanted. “You’re mourning the same thing,” I said. “Death is death.” He wasn’t just grieving the little animal, but the Curse itself. The rabbit in the dog’s jaws only signified the presence of the serpent in the garden of his boyhood. He was grieving the slow dusk of his own death as manhood’s shadow gathered in the east. The world, the rabbit screamed, is broken. That truth intrudes and slays the days of youth. Nature, in the words of Tennyson, is “red in tooth and claw.”Go read the whole post you won't regret it.
Happy Sunday to you all, may it filled with books, joy, and the beauty of creation.