Confessions...

[shadowkat]

Okay I should be working on my novel, but am stuck. Again. Also the novel I'm reading is calling to me - part of me really just wants to sink into my couch with a nice big milkshake and read all day. This George RR Martin book I'm reading? Delicious book. Reading it is a bit like ordering a huge ice cream sundae for your brain. One just wants to fall into it. Haven't read a book I wanted to literally escape inside of since the Lymond Chronicles. Although Hyperion came close. Oh and having a book store beneath my work place is a dangerous thing. Yesterday at lunch, I bought another book that I'd begun to lust after. Wales thinks I should try the library, which is also nearby, as in across the street. But libraries take more time, also the books are dusty, I have a limited time to read them before I have to return them, and well I have to give them back when I'm finished with them. Also I love my books to death. I lug them about with me when I travel, so they get wet or rumpled at times.
As a child I remember actually sleeping with a stack of them. I think I thought that by sleeping with them, I could sink into them by osmosis or that they'd keep me safe somehow.

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[wisewoman.livejournal.com]

The Fionavar Tapestry is a fantasy trilogy by Guy Gavriel Kay. I think it was his first published work, and he's gone on to write quite a few very well received books. Each of the three books is quite short, so the trilogy reads like one big fantasy novel.

Hope you get a chance to check it out--I'm pretty sure you'd like it. Every one I've recommended it to has loved it, so far.

;o)