I went on a spree.

A shopping spree, not a killing spree; I feel it’s important to make that distinction.

Don’t these look lovely? I swear I would frame books and hang them on my wall of I could figure out how. The covers are like little, irresistible jewels.

They have that new-book glow.

They have that new-book glow.


Things I Own

Publication date: 1983.

Shown: sand, sun, palm trees.

Shown: sand, sun, palm trees.


…camel, pyramids. SUBTLE.

Not pictured: the hero’s amazing clothes.

…Craig looked comfortable in white shorts and a blue terrycloth shirt. (p. 208)

Isn’t terrycloth the stuff bathrobes are made out of? You can get SHIRTS in that?

My “Keeper Shelf” Overfloweth

Back when I was first reading romance novels, my best friend and I had the simplest sorting system ever. Romances were either “keepers,” which we knew we wanted to hold onto and probably reread, or they weren’t. Books that weren’t keepers got handed on to other people or dumped on the library or sold at garage sales; there was no used bookstore in our town at that time.

Of course, back then our purchasing habits were pretty simple too: we bought ALL THE THINGS, by which I mean all the categories we could find and afford each month plus whatever shiny foil-stamped horse-and-castle single titles we could scope out at the drugstore.

Now I’m a real live grown-up, and my buying habits have gotten complex and weird. I buy things I want to read because they sound good, because they sound bad, because the cover is hilariously awful, because I’ve always heard of this author/title and I was on eBay or Abebooks and there it was….


A random sample grabbed from the “to-read” pile and spread out on my kids’ wooden table.

The problem is I have gotten way less ruthless about my “keeper” shelf than twelve-year-old me. I am drowning in paperbacks, here. I hate getting rid of vintage ones because I always worry I won’t be able to find them again. But also, I tend to collect categories of category (so right now I have ALL THE SHEIKS for some reason). Also, single-title covers are gorgeous, which makes me hold onto them even when I know I’m never going to reread them.

A major purge is in order, I think. I just haven’t made up my mind where to start.


So many blogs.

I have a secret weekend indulgence: I use Bloglovin’ to follow, like, dozens and dozens of blogs of people I don’t even know. I’m following newlyweds and new mothers and older women who’re really into interior design and religious blogs and food blogs and just…SO MANY DIFFERENT LIVES. I love it.


There’s something I’ve noticed recently, and that’s a change in my feelings about internet-people and how I read them. I used to actively see out people who were a lot like me–especially in terms of politics. Then I started tolerating a broader slice of opinions, learning to enjoy the company of people I didn’t always agree with.

Now I can’t imagine anything more boring than only reading the opinions of people who always agree with me. Also I don’t primarily read for “opinions” at all; I like to see how people are living, and what they’re doing and reading and making and collecting.


Variety is a good thing.

It’s so much more enjoyable this way. My weekend web-browsing is something I do to relax now; I couldn’t do that when I was over-concerned about people being WRONG ON THE INTERNET. It’s not that I never disagree, or never argue, but I think my real-life “live and let live” attitude has finally spread to my online life.

Things making me happy right now:

1. The Zombie She Carried has reviews on Amazon.ca, Amazon.com, and Goodreads. This is the latest. I love it. I love ALL of them. It’s so wonderful that people have read and enjoyed it.

2. Mouse was being particularly cute last night. I’m wondering if I should teach him tricks.

3. We’re packed. Including Zombie Baby. No, really, I packed him a change of clothes.

He's still wearing his winter outfit. He needs spring clothes!

He’s still wearing his winter outfit. He needs spring clothes!