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First, OMG - Sandor Clegane icon. ::drools::
Never let it be said that I'm above superficial behavior in relation to novels. I went to the bookstore for something completely unrelated (a historical romance set in England), but ended up walking out the door with that and another novel--a fantasy one--I had never heard of before called The Way of Shadows. I never buy a novel without prior knowledge. It's the first in a trilogy by Brent Weeks, who I've also never heard of before. At any rate, I bought the damn thing because the third book in the trilogy was sitting so prettily on the shelf looking like this. I'm only human, and I'm a total girl about assassins. I love assassins. This is probably completely unhealthy and indicative of a slight mental disorder on my part, but I can't seem to help myself. The hood, the daggers, the black clothing, the mystery, the oh-my-god-he-could-kill-me-with-a-flick-of-his-wrist. Okay, I'm going too far with that last one because I really do want to live, but you know what I mean. Assassins float my boat. So, I bought the first one just because I must read it, and I was afraid I would forget the title of the trilogy should I venture outside the bookstore without something in my hand to remind me of it. Has anyone heard of these novels? I looked them up on Amazon, and they appear to be quite well-rated with mostly-positive reviews. ::cue fangirl squealing over assassins::
I'm a pig. I had Olive Garden today, and even though I was full to busting, I still ate that huge piece of tiramisu I ordered. Oh god, it was good. I had a food orgasm.
If I had any shame, I'd be reticent about saying this, but I really like Britney Spears' Blackout album. It's terribly fun to work out to, but my enjoyment of it extends beyond that. I refuse, however, to admit that I dance around the apartment to it because that would just be undignified. My favorites? Here, here, and here. And who can forget the lamentable video filmed for Gimme More? The stripper pole wouldn't be so bad if she knew how it use it instead of prancing around like she's on the verge of passing out and holding onto it for balance.
Never let it be said that I'm above superficial behavior in relation to novels. I went to the bookstore for something completely unrelated (a historical romance set in England), but ended up walking out the door with that and another novel--a fantasy one--I had never heard of before called The Way of Shadows. I never buy a novel without prior knowledge. It's the first in a trilogy by Brent Weeks, who I've also never heard of before. At any rate, I bought the damn thing because the third book in the trilogy was sitting so prettily on the shelf looking like this. I'm only human, and I'm a total girl about assassins. I love assassins. This is probably completely unhealthy and indicative of a slight mental disorder on my part, but I can't seem to help myself. The hood, the daggers, the black clothing, the mystery, the oh-my-god-he-could-kill-me-with-a-flick-of-his-wrist. Okay, I'm going too far with that last one because I really do want to live, but you know what I mean. Assassins float my boat. So, I bought the first one just because I must read it, and I was afraid I would forget the title of the trilogy should I venture outside the bookstore without something in my hand to remind me of it. Has anyone heard of these novels? I looked them up on Amazon, and they appear to be quite well-rated with mostly-positive reviews. ::cue fangirl squealing over assassins::
I'm a pig. I had Olive Garden today, and even though I was full to busting, I still ate that huge piece of tiramisu I ordered. Oh god, it was good. I had a food orgasm.
If I had any shame, I'd be reticent about saying this, but I really like Britney Spears' Blackout album. It's terribly fun to work out to, but my enjoyment of it extends beyond that. I refuse, however, to admit that I dance around the apartment to it because that would just be undignified. My favorites? Here, here, and here. And who can forget the lamentable video filmed for Gimme More? The stripper pole wouldn't be so bad if she knew how it use it instead of prancing around like she's on the verge of passing out and holding onto it for balance.
