Okay I'm back

I should tell you: I am a Reader. Please note the capital R. I've been a Reader since I was 9 years old when my family was moving back to the States from Colombia and my mom got me a copy of the Hans Christian Andersen fairy tales to keep me busy on the airplane.

I rarely read 'proper' literature. I have a problem with people telling what makes good reading material, so I mainly read lots of romance novels, sci-fi/fantasy and nonfiction. I find it highly amusing when people disparage romance novels for being flighty and silly choices for reading materials, especially when you consider how much crappy literature I've read over the years.

My current fixation for reading material is Anne Bishop's Realms of the Blood Series. It is very, very good. It's both dark and twisted, as well as wonderfully written. (I don't think that sentence makes grammatical sense but in my head it works).

Before I went of a two-day reading binge (the fact that it took two days to finish is a testament to how much I liked it--standard mass markets take no more than 3 hours for me to finish), I was spinning. Navajo plying is the coolest thing I've learned to do lately. I'm not sure I've been doing it 100% right but I managed to produce some wonderfully good (comparatively speaking) yarn over the weekend.

I should be knitting a few different things right now, but all I want to do is buy the rest of the Realms of the Blood books (I finished the original trilogy now, I just have to get the other books in the series). Not to mention that Feb. 4th is the release date for about 5 books that I want to read by my auto-buy authors.

It's kind of funny that I think knitting a pair of mittens and some baby hats is more important than cleaning the mess that is my bedroom. I would show you a picture except that it's way too embarrassing. My 3 year old-soon to be 4 year old- brother walked into my room yesterday and said "D why is your room such a mess?" Then he offered to help me clean. If you've ever experienced the helpfulness of a preschooler helping you clean, you would understand why I stopped reading and took him downstairs for distraction.