Been in a funk lately, and not merely a I-haven't-been-bloggin-funk. No better way to kick the itis than to go shopping. I bought seven books today; all but one of them are huge, which seems to be a trend of my reading at the moment.
The Blind Assassin and Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood; Possession by A.S.Byatt; The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley (900 pages?!?); The City and The City by China Miéville all came from a used book store up the road. Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chiang and Annabel by Kathleen Winter were two that I--for some reason--bought new at a Borders that sold them for %50 off. A lot of women in that bunch.
Speaking of women, I'm reading Blue and Gold by K.J. Parker whom I will identify as a woman until I'm proven wrong; it is a short novel that is certainly helping kick the funk.
I think I have spring fever. I'm having a hard time doing much anything but staring out the window and saying, "Sure looks nice outside today." It's a feeling that isn't really conducive to anything but going out side and doing nothing.