Sixty-seven pages in, I'm enjoying myself, and I find myself drawn to Sefino, a three-foot tall speaking cockroach who wears smoking jackets and silk ascots and constantly finds himself the ridicule of a newspaper that inexplicably gets delivered to him every morning, even though he's never been able to find out how or why or even where this newspaper is published.
I know. It sounds weird. But it's magical.
My favorite line so far? From page 56, and from the lips (the jaws?) of Sefino, "I can't die! I'm not properly dressed! Everyone in heaven will snicker and make catty remarks about my shoes!"
I'm eager to finish it.
Anyway, it's been a nice, quiet reading day, interspersed with my son crawling around my feet, pulling on everything, and finding every possible choking hazard in my home and trying to shove it in his mouth mere seconds before I yank it away with a loud, "Not for you!" At one point, it was a big chunk of wood. Awesome, right? Then, when there were no more choking hazards to unearth, he took to sucking on the floor. I noticed when there was a big wet patch on my kitchen tile, no smaller than a square foot. Excellent.
That didn't stop me from finishing Stephen R. Lawhead's The Skin Map. Have you read him? You really should. It's the third book in a row that I've really enjoyed, which is surprising. Usually I'm moaning about the sub-par quality of modern literature, but lately, that avenue of complaint has been closed to me. I like it that way. And I know what you're saying. Just what are all of those good books I've been reading in a row? Well, in order:
- Tyger, Tyger by Kersten Hamilton
- By Darkness Hid by Jill Williamson (The writing was horrific, but the story was good. And by horrific, I simply mean that sometimes paragraphs had very little sentence variance, and things didn't always flow.)
- The Skin Map by Stephen R. Lawhead
- and now, The Order of Odd-Fish by James Kennedy
- Oh, and I reserved my copy of RA#10, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja by John Flanagan (April 19th, hooray!)
