Remember this

 The first law in thermodynamics states this:

'energy can neither be created nor destroyed.'

Which is to say everything around us is recycled energy,

You, me, your dog, those we love and those we avoid.

Which is to say that the energy that makes us

is as ancient as the beginning of time itself.

Which is to say that our bones could have been

fragmented together from the ashes of the library of Alexandria.

Which is to say our sinews and spine were crafted from the

end of a hundred-year-old oak tree and our smiles a comet.

Which is to say our hearts could be Achilles’ spirit

when he battled Troy, bringing his enemies down with it.

Which is to say, when we feel like life is overwhelming,

we must remember that we’re just sparks of energy borrowing skin.

That no matter how much this pain feels everlasting,

this is just the temporary fabric we are in.

- The Fable in Thermodynamics by Nikita Gill

The Duke and I

Welp, I figured I'd do some re-reading in anticipation of the Bridgerton series coming up on Netflix on Dec. 25. I decided to do audiobooks since a lot of the series is available in that format on Scribd, so I started off happily with the first book in the series, The Duke and I (paperback £8.99, Kindle £2.99). Everything was going along quite well until the first appearance of Simon. The voice. Oh, my God, the voice. I never knew a voice could make me hate a character so goddamned much. Now, I'll admit, I'm a picky one when it comes to narrators and I've been known to pull the plug on audiobooks within seconds because the voice irritated me, but this...this was a whole new level. I loved the other character's voices, I knew I loved the story, and I was determined not to give up, so I finished listening to the book, even though I couldn't stand to spend more than a half hour at a time listening. I have never been so glad to finish an audiobook in my life. I have given up on my idea to read through the series before watching the show. It seems like it would be a chore now instead of a fun thing to do. I refuse to buy the books when there are free audiobooks available, and the others are read by the same narrator, so I know there will be more godawful male voices awaiting me. I guess I'll just enjoy the Netflix series come Christmas Day, and later, when the memory of the awful voice has faded, I'll attempt the whole series in book form. What with all the moves I've made in my life and the thousands (literally) of books I've had to sacrifice to the moving gods, replacing ones previously purchased and read is not my favorite thing to do, but I'll just take it one at a time. 

Why do I always type out The DUCK and I instead of The Duke and I? Are there any anthropomorphic historical romances? Wouldn't that be fun? I'd deffo read them. 

As for now, I've started an anthology of cozy Christmas mysteries. I've decided to limit myself to reading one book at a time again, and it seems to be working out better for me. I never used to read more until a couple of years ago, when, for some unknown reason, I suddenly started having up to four or more going at once. It worked for a while, but then I started missing the simplicity of having one book to devote my attention to. The anthology is helping me ease back into the habit since it's giving me such a variety in one book. Novellas are perfect for Christmas reading, because I want to cram in as many stories as possible in a short time.

Also, Biden and Harris. I voted for them, I love them, I'm looking forward to having a sense safety and comfort that have eluded me for four years. If you're a Trump supporter, fuck right off.

Bromance, take me away

If ever I needed a day for escapism, it's this one. I can hardly bear the wait to find out the outcome of this election, and it may take days, if not weeks to know the final result. To take my mind of this awful anxiety, I'm finishing up some partially read books, and then I'll start on Christmassy reads. 

I have no freaking idea why this alignment isn't working right and although it's driving me crazy, I give up trying to make it work right. Blogger has gotten buggier and buggier over the years, and their themes have gotten less and less attractive to me, but it's still the easiest for me to use, so I'll put up with it. Grumble.

Ahem, back to book business. 

I started Crazy, Stupid Bromance (£2.99 on Kindle) a few days ago, and then got distracted by listening to an audiobook. I picked this back up with my first cup of coffee this morning and read the last 2/3 of it in no time. Once again, Lyssa Kay Adams has knocked it out of the park. She really can twang all the emotions over and over, tackle social issues with heart, and build one hell of a cast of characters. This is the third in the series, and I'm already anxiously waiting for the fourth, which won't be until mid-2021, if I recall correctly. I hope that this series will go on for quite a while, because I'm really invested in all the characters and will love to be kept up to date on them through snippets about their lives in later books. 

What else will I do today to keep my mind occupied? I think I'll either make some bread or a cake, do some organizing of yarn and fabric, take care of a couple of loads of laundry, deal with a grocery delivery, and then settle down with my current audiobook, The Duke and I, which is the only one of the Bridgerton series I've read. I'm going to re-read it, then work my way through as many of the rest of them as I can in anticipation of the Netflix show airing on December 25. I never much cared for series for most of my reading life, needing the boost of new characters and settings to keep things interesting for me. It's just been in the last few years that I've discovered a love for them, so I have a lot of catch up reading to do. What a horrible chore, eh? Luckily, I've found most of the Bridgerton series in audiobook on Scribd! If you don't have a subscription there, I urge you to consider it. It's £7.99 a month, the price of a Kindle book, for ebooks, articles, audiobooks, podcasts, etc. Great stuff. 

Starting tomorrow, the UK is going into lockdown again. I've only left the house once since March 3, to go to the bank. I'll have to go there for a second time in the next several days to deposit some international checks before they expire, but after that I'm good for a few more months. Being a homebody and borderline agoraphobic helps in times like these. I feel sorry for more extroverted people who feel trapped. I feel wonderful myself, and haven't had a bit of restlessness. But, regardless of our make-up, it's about being safe and keeping others safe.

 

Well, that was quick...

It's been a weekend of lashing rain, strong winds, and fireworks upsetting the cats. I haven't felt the best and with all the crap going on in the world today, I thought last night would be a great night to crawl into a bed with clean sheets, a thick duvet, and a crocheted blanket to snuggle down with my first Christmas book of the year. It was ridiculously early, too. I was in homebody, hygge heaven. The Christmas Bake Off  (free) by Abby Clements was calling to me. 

I warmed to the characters immediately, nice folks, cozy homes and shops, all that. I was a bit surprised that there were so many characters revealed in the first couple of pages, and I wondered how I'd ever keep them all straight without having to refer back (I do have a problem with that unless characters are introduced slowly), but it turned out not to be much of a problem. It's set in a typical little village scenario, the kind of idea I love, but would be miserable to actually live in. I don't want anybody up in my business, and I don't want to know everybody else's. 

So, pleased with my choice, I settled in for an hour or two of reading before I put head to pillow. But, alas, it was not to be. Twenty-six pages later, the book was done! I had no idea that I'd chosen a short story. I also have to admit that I added this book to my Kindle in 2012 and was just now reading it, so that's the state of my TBR Kindle books. 

So, what does a book junkie do when the Christmas fiction bug bites? They stockpile, so that's what I spent the next hour doing...adding Christmas books of every sort to my Kindle, mostly Kindle Unlimited, but some I paid for. Christmas books of all kinds, general fiction, romance, cozy mysteries of the bakery and bookshop types, and even a few Halloween/Christmas witchy mash-ups. I am now ready to binge on them until the end of the year. 

So, all ended well. I read a sweet, heartwarming Christmas short story, and then got to do one of the things I love most, purchase books. 

As I sit here now, early the next morning, rain has started splashing down again, and I'm just getting ready to choose which book to read next. It's a toss up between the third in the Bromance series or one about human brains. Whichever it is, it's the perfect morning for coffee (well, chicory and barley "coffee" for me because...ulcer), a snuggly crocheted afghan, a cuddly cat, and a book, so I can't go wrong. 

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Here we are again, everything old deleted, and giving this another go. Probably mostly books, cats, witchery, and crochet. I take things in phases, always circling back around to the same recurring interests, so don't expect consistency. 

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