We didn't have school on Tuesday or Wednesday because of about a foot of snow. The worst part? I was stuck with nothing to read but the very end of my TBR pile, which I really never wanted to read. This included Westerfeld's Pretties, Specials, and Extras as well as too many D.J. MacHale Bobby Pendragon books, numbers 4 through 9, I think. The good news is that I got them all read; the bad news is that I didn't enjoy them and can't remember much about them, other than that the language in the Westerfeld got to be sick-making after a while. The ever fabulous Rick Riordan recently said that five books was good for a series. So right.
Glad to be back at school, and a little alarmed that all I can think is "This is snow? You haven't seen anything. Why, I remember the winter of '78, when we were only in school for three days that January and the snow fence that Father put up in the front yard was completely buried!" If you remember The Winter of '78, try saying that phrase a couple of times and see how old it makes you feel. I wanted to scan the great picture of my father standing next to our mailbox in his groovy, all-polyester fisherman's sweater, the one that highlighted his neato sideburns, but the best I could do was this picture from http://wintercenter.homestead.com/photo1978.html If this hadn't been credited to Greg Carbin and shown Barnard, VT, I would have thought this was my mother. She had that jacket.
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