If you haven't already made acquaintance, might I introduce you to the wonderful internet world of Goodreads.com?
Goodreads will take you on a journey of step-stone recommendations to help you build, in eventuality, that previously notioned higher-than-scope library of your preferred book flavour. You'll get yourself one of those precariously tall ladders, which slide sidelong down tracks the length of narrow mezzanine-style walkways, and we'll earn this reading business the badass extreme sporting title we all know that it warrants.
Readers are hardcore.
Currently loving Kristin Cashore's Graceling Realm series. Graceling Katsa and Po fights were wonderful. That idea of connecting with someone on a romantic level via the medium of ass-kicking. Oh, it was fantastic (and very hardcore)! I loved Katsa and Po from the off, just finished loving Brigan and Fire's love story, and now I wait with knees-a-knocking for the delivery of Bitterblue. Call me a sap, call me a romantic. You may even call me a YA hippie; I won't deny it. I delight in the words that unfold stories of characters falling all different ways, but ultimately into 'love'.
This is just one of the reoccurring themes on my bookshelves, mostly in and between fantasy novels. I also love those books where, at the end, you deliberately try to slow yourself down when you realise there are just four pages to go, savoring the world you've become lost inside in recent days. I will not leave Narnia, Mr. Lewis! You can't make me. I'm hardcore!
Oh, but Goodreads; what a wonderful place. I now 'want to read' an impossible and unrealistic measure of trilogies and series that I most likely won't ever achieve - not for want of optimism and try - but if you ever want for that gargantuous library, there is a good source point.
I will be like a thirsty dog waiting for the postman over the coming days. Poor fellow. If I do turn rabid in the meantime, I shall be sure to have a complaint ready for Royal Mail.
Tittles and Crosses
P.S. Something of our trip to Chester Zoo last week.
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| This photo does not do the courtyard justice. I could have sat here all day. |
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| In the reflection: Georgia's connection with the Orangutan infant is too dear. |
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| My little Conservationist |
