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timerippleWHO, you may ask, has an ARC of The Kevin Crossley-Holland New And Improved Book Otherwise Known As Gatty’s Tale? OH YEAH. (The forthcoming US edition is called Crossing to Paradise, but for some reason I can't get the link to work. Sorry. But it is pretty! It is the prettiest ARC I have ever seen! And the cover model has Gatty's river eyes! (Read it and this will all make sense, I swear.))
Also, O Certain Incipient Authors, I know my Certain Acclaimed Author books! You cannot steal her genre-specific vocabulary without my finding out and calling shenanigans!
Thank God they have me to know these things.
Ahem. I mean, long day at the minionship.
On Friday I took the bus up to Connecticut to visit my dear![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kayselkiemoon and her lovely family for the weekend. What do you suppose the first thing we did upon arriving at her house was? Eat? Nap? Reminisce? Engage in a cutthroat game of Ratscrew?
No. (That was later.) We promptly fell upon her books and squee’d like two maniac fangirls for the better part of an hour. Kate, ever-generous soul that she is, presented me with my very own copy of Sorcery and Cecelia.
Then the dogs came back from their expedition and all was wonderful retriever chaos until supper. Supper was a most excellent and spicy soup courtesy of Kate’s brother. And then we had our cutthroat game of Ratscrew.
Saturday was much in the same vein. We took Chessie and Hannah for a romp in Old Wethersfield and had ice cream (peppermint stick and some kind of Serious Chocolate for me). I finally got to read Komarr! At last!
Sunday ditto, including an even more fun romp with lots of tennis balls, and mud, and doggy glee. Later we drove round to the local Whole Foods, where among the peppers red, yellow, and green, the displays of shining vegetables and lavender shampoo, they also sell gelato (rose petal and some kind of Serious Chocolate for me. Woo!). All the while we Made Remarks about the behaviour of certain typical ballad heroines.
There was some small excitement when we were preparing supper. I was quite excited enough already, having never before attempted to make quiche. But a few minutes into the baking, while I was in the other room, I heard Desperate Cries from Kate. “Fritz!” she shrieked. “Fritz! There’s a fire!” Indeed, the oven was full of most impressive flames and a quantity of smoke. The smoke alarm went mad. We all leaped into action, and after some small ado with the fire extinguisher, we managed to fill the kitchen with acrid yellow-white chemical smoke. Kate, with great presence of mind, had managed to rescue the nascent quiche (I do not know how- I am sure it involved great personal risk and much heroism), but apparently some of it had overflowed and was now a suspicious hardened puddle of "green space goo”. We solicited professional advice from my father via cell phone, and having been assured that the rest of the house was unlikely to spontaneously combust, we headed for Bertucci’s.
I must confess I enjoyed the whole thing entirely too much. Clearly these things are genetic and Must Be Closely Watched.
On the bus back to New York, I read a whole chapter of Der Herr der Ringe: die zwei Türme. As I did not bring my dictionary along, I feel this is an Accomplishment of Some Note.
Also, O Certain Incipient Authors, I know my Certain Acclaimed Author books! You cannot steal her genre-specific vocabulary without my finding out and calling shenanigans!
Thank God they have me to know these things.
Ahem. I mean, long day at the minionship.
On Friday I took the bus up to Connecticut to visit my dear
kayselkiemoon and her lovely family for the weekend. What do you suppose the first thing we did upon arriving at her house was? Eat? Nap? Reminisce? Engage in a cutthroat game of Ratscrew? No. (That was later.) We promptly fell upon her books and squee’d like two maniac fangirls for the better part of an hour. Kate, ever-generous soul that she is, presented me with my very own copy of Sorcery and Cecelia.
Then the dogs came back from their expedition and all was wonderful retriever chaos until supper. Supper was a most excellent and spicy soup courtesy of Kate’s brother. And then we had our cutthroat game of Ratscrew.
Saturday was much in the same vein. We took Chessie and Hannah for a romp in Old Wethersfield and had ice cream (peppermint stick and some kind of Serious Chocolate for me). I finally got to read Komarr! At last!
Sunday ditto, including an even more fun romp with lots of tennis balls, and mud, and doggy glee. Later we drove round to the local Whole Foods, where among the peppers red, yellow, and green, the displays of shining vegetables and lavender shampoo, they also sell gelato (rose petal and some kind of Serious Chocolate for me. Woo!). All the while we Made Remarks about the behaviour of certain typical ballad heroines.
There was some small excitement when we were preparing supper. I was quite excited enough already, having never before attempted to make quiche. But a few minutes into the baking, while I was in the other room, I heard Desperate Cries from Kate. “Fritz!” she shrieked. “Fritz! There’s a fire!” Indeed, the oven was full of most impressive flames and a quantity of smoke. The smoke alarm went mad. We all leaped into action, and after some small ado with the fire extinguisher, we managed to fill the kitchen with acrid yellow-white chemical smoke. Kate, with great presence of mind, had managed to rescue the nascent quiche (I do not know how- I am sure it involved great personal risk and much heroism), but apparently some of it had overflowed and was now a suspicious hardened puddle of "green space goo”. We solicited professional advice from my father via cell phone, and having been assured that the rest of the house was unlikely to spontaneously combust, we headed for Bertucci’s.
I must confess I enjoyed the whole thing entirely too much. Clearly these things are genetic and Must Be Closely Watched.
On the bus back to New York, I read a whole chapter of Der Herr der Ringe: die zwei Türme. As I did not bring my dictionary along, I feel this is an Accomplishment of Some Note.
