If I mention that I’m posting again, I’ll jinx it, so I won’t.
I got a slew of new books the other day. Though not yet done with CJ Cheryh’s Rider at the Gate (though now I am: great book), my wife and I went out and dropped a bit of our tax return on about another shelf’s worth of books. In my case (I’m too lazy to link right now: check back later) my new books include the new Hitchhikers book (And Another Thing), Dan Wells’ debut novel (I Am Not A Serial Killer), Pratchett’s Going Postal, and a double edition of Wicked and Son of a Witch. So far I’ve read Serial Killer and Going Postal, and am now re-reading Making Money now that I’ve read the prequel. I hate that I started reading Making Money before I knew it was a direct sequel, but it was too good to put down; and a year is just about right for going back and reading the prequel and re-reading the book in question. There were still a couple of moments that made me sad, though. Have I mentioned how odd I am about spoilers?
On another note, I’ve started updating my Shelfari again. Pretty neat site, love the concept. My readings for this year are accurate (and boy howdy I’m not getting much read); my pre-2010 reading list is massively incomplete, and the reading dates are mostly guesswork. But I digress. And I’m off to run a gaming session.