My head hurts, and I’m burning up but it’s not even that hot out. I should be tweeting, blogging, posting, entering two contests, going thru an editor’s proof of River, reviewing A Blue Place (very good), changing the laundry, and doing dishes. To hell with it. I’m going to make a tall, cool drink and laze in the hammock with The Distant Hours. Shoulds are gonna have to wait until I’m damn good and ready. That might not be until fall.
I just read a review in Kissed by Venus of Marcy Alancraig’s A Woman of Heart. It sounds like a book I might enjoy but I hate buying fiction. Other than Hemingway, Steinbeck, and Cormac McCarthy I won’t re-read a novel. Why pay for something I’ll never use again? Why not just get it at the library? And to be honest, I always check the library first. To their credit, especially in this era of cutbacks, I often find what I’m looking for, but with lesbian titles I’m usually not so lucky. A Woman of Heart, case in point. (Not that it necessarily looks like a “lesbian title” – I don’t even know what that means!) I went back and read the review again. It definitely looks interesting. So I just ordered it. If I like it, I’ll post a review. If I don’t, I’ll let it slide, but at least will have the satisfaction of knowing I helped a writer by buying her novel. After all, as a book junkie, it’s my job to keep my supplier in business.