Who am I supposed to talk to about secrets if you’re not around anymore?

Just a small update:

• Dune – Frank Herbert
• For a Few Demons More - Kim Harrison
• The Graveyard Book – Neil Gaiman
• Eragon – Christopher Paolini

So I’m trying to get through Eragon so that I can start on Sense and Sensibility and Seamonsters as soon as possible. I was trying to get that back to Katie by Thanksgiving, but I just don’t see it happening. Right now I’m pulling from several lists to try and finish these books:

• Book club at work (Dune came from here)
• The books that my coworker let me borrow (Eragon and the Kim Harrison book fall under this category)
• Books that Katie let me borrow (The Graveyard Book)
• The Top 10 most disturbing books of all time (nothing from this list yet, but Requiem for a Dream will be first)
• Books I got for my birthday or acquired recently (including Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, and something by Terry Pratchett)

That about does it for me. Sorry for keeping a low profile. Working through some things. I’ll be back after a while.

Last night I had something akin to a nightmare; I was getting married. To whom is irrelevant. Either way, one morning I awoke, and I knew it was my wedding day. I was already wearing a beautiful dress. It fit well and fell down to the floor in folds of smooth silk.

As I went about eating breakfast like I normally would, something kept nagging at the back of my mind. What was I forgetting?

It dawned on me in a cold wave, crashing over me: today was my wedding day. And I had done… nothing. There was no venue reserved, no flowers picked out, no food or cake, no music. Nothing. There was, however, a guest list, and the first guests were to be arriving sometime in the early afternoon, which gave me four hours to put everything together.

Naturally, I panicked, and began sending out my brothers and family members to find things, anything, for this event. I drove out myself to a flower boutique, although I became more and more panicked as the minutes ticked by. I was driving with my brother, who took a wrong turn. The road turned to gravel and then to debris; we were driving into the underbelly of the city.

I yelled at him to stop so we could find our bearings. Opening the sliding door of the van, I stepped out barefoot onto the garbage. It looked as though we had stopped under a broken overpass, the ground littered with rusty wires, broken concrete, and garbage.

Great, I thought. This wedding will never happen now.

I just don’t even know what to say.

October was a miserable month for books.

I really don’t know where the time went. I even spent four days on the beach struggling through Dune and didn’t make it. Damn.

This is what I ended up reading:

• Dracula - Bram Stoker
• A Fistful of Charms – Kim Harrison

Currently I am struggling through:

• Dune - Frank Herbert
• For a Few Demons More - Kim Harrison

My plan for the month, however, is this:

• Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters – Ben H. Winters
• The Graveyard Book – Neil Gaiman
• Eragon - Christopher Paolini
• Dune – Frank Herbert
• For a Few Demons More – Kim Harrison

I need to finish the last two on that list and finish the first two before Thanksgiving, when a friend will be back to pick them up. Sigh.

With National Novel Writing Month upon us, who has time for this????