Ouch and Books

So, I might regret jogging the entire two miles back to the apartment after walking two miles to forest entrance yesterday morning. Just a little bit. My muscles are nearly recovered, but my legs were a bit sore earlier today. At the time, I felt fantastic, though. The fresh, autumn air and a bit of a jog was just what I needed. I had never been up to that particular trail head before, it was gorgeous. It is maintained by the home owners association in the area, so most people aren't familiar with it. The National Forest Service doesn't list it one their website, either.

I might regret this, but I procured (read: illegally downloaded) a torrent with Sherrilyn Kenyon's novels in it. I've read Fantasy Lover, thought I didn't love it all that much. It was okay. I was in the mood for something fast and mindless after reading that last Gene Wolfe novel (dense!), so I picked up Night Pleasures at the bookstore. I figured it was fate since the female lead in that novel shares my name. "I play hero to thousands, but am known to none. And I love every minute of it. Or so I thought until one night when I woke up handcuffed to my worst nightmare: a conservative woman in a button-down shirt. Or in Amanda's case, buttoned all the way up to her chin. She's smart, sexy, witty, and wants nothing to do with the paranormal-in other words, me." See! I want to be smart, sexy, and witty! I had second thoughts before I made it to the checkout, and I put the book back on the shelf. Now I've managed to stick it on my computer. Is anyone familiar with the Dark Hunter novels? Are they bad, okay, pretty good, great, fantastic?

George R.R. Martin's A Game of Thrones is sitting by the bed waiting for me. High fantasy with a political bend paired with mindless paranormal romance. What's wrong with me?

P.S. - OMG - election please be over. I hates you with a passion, and I tire of seeing Obama's and McCain's ugly faces on my effin' television every night.