The weather’s been crap lately. The air feels like breathing through three layers of cotton, sticky, hot, wet, everything feels damp to the touch. A lukewarm coating of liquid that wants to seep into your skin, slide into your lungs. The temperature is high, but the heat isn’t warm and soothing, it’s like standing over a stove-full of boiling-over pots. The sun can’t seem to even penetrate through the fog, the clouds, or are they smog? The only hope is that a thunderstorm will roll in and break this overbearingly, depressing atmosphere. The weathermen have been promising thunder, lightning, rain to come – hopefully soon.
Why am I blathering about the weather? Cause I feel like talking about nothing – and everything. Anyone know if there is any scientific theories that connect moods, emotions, human behavior with the weather? Because I’m positive there’s something going on there. I feel blah, in my head, in my body, just blah.
Yes, I’m whining, complaining, being so emo.
The weather makes me sleep badly. Instead of sleeping peacefully I sleep deeply and have the worst (best?) dreams. Those ones that are so vivid, that once you wake up it’s hard to get a handle of what’s real and what’s just a dream, or a memory – those are the ones that drive me crazy. Falling asleep and reliving what already happened. In the morning the mind races with what ifs? and whys?
My life is good. I’m always happy with how things turned out and where things are heading. But at night I’m haunted by people and events from my past. Does the heart never truly forget?
This blog’s supposed to be about books, not my imbalanced state of mind, so now let’s head down another road and around the corner into reading.
Why do I read? No idea! But one of the many reasons is that it provides an escape. Reading a book about characters I’ll never meet, places I’m not familiar with. It’s a way to escape the thoughts fighting in my head to be heard, to be the loudest, to make me think. Words that shut out that inner dialogue that never stops.
I have a review coming up, it’s written and ready to go, but I keep going back and editing it. Adding something I want to say, replacing phrases that only say “read this now” with something a little less fan-girl. What’s the hardest review to write? The one where you love everything about a book, when you’ve read it twice cause it was just that damned good, the one you can’t wait for your friends to read so you can gossip. When a book matters to me, it’s hard to find satisfaction in what I write about it.
What book is it you ask? What book has me so excited? It’s a new urban fantasy, due for release in September, and it’s the very first chapter in a series! Which is another thing I’m so ecstatic about – a series that I’m dying to read more of. That’s the catch with new series’ that you love – the wait. But I have a feeling that these books will be more than worth the wait.
Oh right, I still haven’t mentioned what book it is – the author is Seanan McGuire, the series is The October Daye Novels and the title of the very first book is Rosemary And Rue. My review will be up soon, but here’s a little taste of the writing to whet your appetite. Seanan has a delicious way with words.
Rosemary and Rue by Seanan McGuire
And just cause I love wallowing in my own depression, I was listening to some of my old skaterboys’ mixtape-songs from my younger, more punkish days. Avril can kiss my ass, she wasn’t even born when the real skaterboys ruled :P
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