As the title suggests, I just want to talk about Gormenghast. Sadly, one of the reasons I powered through this book so quickly was that I was afraid that it would take me a long time to get through it. Apparently I did alright. I have only just finished Titus Groan, the first book, and now I will wait impatiently until Curious Endeavourances meets up again at the end of the month. Therefore I will refrain from reviewing the book here now, and really, it's not like I haven't already posted a review of it somewhere (GoodReads) so I can restrain myself from doing so three more times today.
Pent-up book-talk is the worst! And yet simultaneously the best!
In the meantime I suppose I should be a little more real-world productive, though it's not as though I haven't been. I contacted 2 majorly important wedding related people and did my daily French lesson so reading has not held me back at all. I just know that I can't proceed forward with Gormenghast, the second book, yet. As I may have mentioned, I have to Beta Matt's book, and he has made me vow to wait until he gives me the most current edition, which is frustrating because I have a fairly recent edition sitting in my inbox right now and could easily start reading it. But alas, must wait until he gets home from work... I hate the late shift. I'd probably hate it even more if I were the one working it.
I suppose I should just do dishes and make some cookies. I think I would like cookies. Yes, I would like cookies. The thoughtful soon-to-be-wife would probably say, "I think my sweet honey-bunny would like cookies when he gets home from work late tonight." But I don't need to think that, I KNOW that. I also know that if I make 4 dozen cookies I will have the opportunity to eat 3 of them before they all magically disappear. Whereas if I start before he's home, I can get 3 in before he even knows about them. Then again, the main reason why I usually only get 3 is because after 3 I'm done. I have no dieting restrictions on myself, I just hit a point where I feel satisfied enough and know that if I have more I will just feel icky. Matt has no such little voice in his head to tell him that a can of Coke for breakfast, or 5 cans, might not be the best of plans. Thus, I stop, he doesn't, and when my wait period is over and I feel like giving myself a treat, I find empty boxes. Still haven't forgiven him for the Drumsticks... I bought a box of Drumsticks because I thought it would be a nice treat, Matt picked a different treat and we bought both. I never did get a Drumstick. When I felt ready for my treat, I discovered that they were all gone... Matt defends himself by saying that it took me a week after buying them to finally go searching for one... there's also only 4 in a box. On the other hand, I also tend to eat food right off of his plate, sometimes even intercepting a fork just before it gets to his mouth. I guess we both have our quirks. And to give him credit, if I had told him in that moment that I wanted one of my missing Drumsticks, he would have done the chivalrous thing and gone to the corner store to get me one - I know this because he's done it on multiple occasions already, even as a surprise, even if I'm not ready for it and have to stick it in the freezer... he doesn't touch those ones :)
Can you tell that I'm feeling bored and chatty? Well, I did just finish a kick-ass book! And now I shall make my honey-bunny some cookies!
See? I am a good soon-to-be-wife!
Pent-up book-talk is the worst! And yet simultaneously the best!
In the meantime I suppose I should be a little more real-world productive, though it's not as though I haven't been. I contacted 2 majorly important wedding related people and did my daily French lesson so reading has not held me back at all. I just know that I can't proceed forward with Gormenghast, the second book, yet. As I may have mentioned, I have to Beta Matt's book, and he has made me vow to wait until he gives me the most current edition, which is frustrating because I have a fairly recent edition sitting in my inbox right now and could easily start reading it. But alas, must wait until he gets home from work... I hate the late shift. I'd probably hate it even more if I were the one working it.
I suppose I should just do dishes and make some cookies. I think I would like cookies. Yes, I would like cookies. The thoughtful soon-to-be-wife would probably say, "I think my sweet honey-bunny would like cookies when he gets home from work late tonight." But I don't need to think that, I KNOW that. I also know that if I make 4 dozen cookies I will have the opportunity to eat 3 of them before they all magically disappear. Whereas if I start before he's home, I can get 3 in before he even knows about them. Then again, the main reason why I usually only get 3 is because after 3 I'm done. I have no dieting restrictions on myself, I just hit a point where I feel satisfied enough and know that if I have more I will just feel icky. Matt has no such little voice in his head to tell him that a can of Coke for breakfast, or 5 cans, might not be the best of plans. Thus, I stop, he doesn't, and when my wait period is over and I feel like giving myself a treat, I find empty boxes. Still haven't forgiven him for the Drumsticks... I bought a box of Drumsticks because I thought it would be a nice treat, Matt picked a different treat and we bought both. I never did get a Drumstick. When I felt ready for my treat, I discovered that they were all gone... Matt defends himself by saying that it took me a week after buying them to finally go searching for one... there's also only 4 in a box. On the other hand, I also tend to eat food right off of his plate, sometimes even intercepting a fork just before it gets to his mouth. I guess we both have our quirks. And to give him credit, if I had told him in that moment that I wanted one of my missing Drumsticks, he would have done the chivalrous thing and gone to the corner store to get me one - I know this because he's done it on multiple occasions already, even as a surprise, even if I'm not ready for it and have to stick it in the freezer... he doesn't touch those ones :)
Can you tell that I'm feeling bored and chatty? Well, I did just finish a kick-ass book! And now I shall make my honey-bunny some cookies!
See? I am a good soon-to-be-wife!
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