Ximo went home this morning, and then called from Valencia to gloat that they were having temps of around 20º C this afternoon. While today was a bit warmer than this weekend, last night it got down to -2ºC. BRRRR!
I'm in a bit of a funk, about all sorts of things. One of them is that I'm not engaged by anything I'm reading. I tried Nevada Barr's TRACK OF THE CAT, the first of her Anna Pigeon novels. I had read a later book in the series, ILL WIND, earlier this year, but as far as I know, I have not read this one. Except as I read, I am struck by a constant feeling of deja vu that I've read this book, onyl I can't imagine when or where. Looking over my books-read lists, which only go back to 1999 admittedly, I haven't read anything by her save the one title I know I read earlier this year. And when I read it, I knew I was reading them out of order, but I liked it well enough to pick up this book when I found it on one of my trips back to the US.
I had started Diane Duane's WIZARDS AT WAR and put it down after a few chapters. (rachelmanija
, I see now why you were so willing to part with it.) The book is not badly written or anything, I just don't care enough about what happens.
Last night and today I've tried Patricia McKillip's THE TOWER AT STONY WOOD. Pretty prose, but like many of her books lately it just isn't going anywhere for me.
Over the weekend, I managed to read Nancy Farmer's THE EAR, THE EYE, THE ARM, which was much less impressive than I was expecting given all the hype about it. The Naomi Mitchison YAs set in Botswana look much more interesting.
And actually, there's a new Alexander McCall Smith which would probably perk me up right now. That's exactly the kind of thing I'm looking for right now.
I have TIGANA set aside for if my mood gets more desperate. Sara suggested I try Rosamunde Pilcher's THE SHELL SEEKERS, which I had bought I forget when but haven't tried still.
I did have an enjoyable idyll reading Sharon Shinn's ANGEL-SEEKER, and have actually now turned my mother on to Shinn, since she's run out of Laurell Hamilton and Charlaine Harris and various other vampire books (she quite liked Nancy Collins, too).
I did, however, over the weekend, figure out how to use Photoshop to reduce the size of the images that my digital camera makes (5.1 mega pixels). So I can now try uploading some photos...