miscellany

[jaeclectic]

Sometime this weekend, my car turned over 60,000 miles, but I didn't see it happen.

My book club is reading something called Guilty Pleasures. Lamest vampire novel evah. (And wouldn't you know, first of an apparently wildly successful series.) She lost me at the were-rats.

Early this evening, I went to my hatha flow yoga class. Man, did that feel great. Came home and put ice on my ankle and heat on my back. Check back tomorrow to find out if I just did the stupidest thing ever.

Comments

[podle.livejournal.com]

Trust me on this, put anything Laurell K. Hamilton has written down and just walk away. Your time is better spent doing almost anything else.

I got a big kick out of the first three or four books in the series as a fun and trashy read. Her writing gets much much worse, though and everything gets stupider.

[jafitz.livejournal.com]

Heh. I would have given up already, but I feel obligated to read it for my book club. (Not very rational, since other folks in the book club frequently fail to read/finish the books, but, you know: Not ME.)