Less promising

After extracting Dolly and the Cookie Bird from the morass of my room and finishing it, I then managed to leave Dolly and the Starry Bird perched on the toilet roll holder in a convention centre (I was sorting through my bag and failed to reincorporate everything). Fortunately, it was still there when I realised and went back for it. Mainly, I'm glad that I got to find out what happened without having to track down another copy, but I also tend to treat my current book as a combination wallet/entertainment item, and in this case it had my bus pass, twenty dollars and a list of transport times acting as bookmarks, all of which I'm relieved to still have.

I'll get back to the Dolly books, but in the meantime:

A good example of why I don’t read much current fantasy. ( Priestess of the White, Trudi Canavan. )

A bomb goes off in Manchester, killing a Muslim girl; her friend, who survives, is photographed helping the white English boy also caught in the blast.( Mixing It, Rosemary Hayes. )

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I'm constantly surprised by which authors have web presences, and of what kind. I do know Alasdair Gray has a blog (and found it again, checking a book title for this entry) but I keep forgetting about it. Whether this is from a desire to maintain some sort of hierarchial separation between author, work and reader or because I have current guilt over being only two books through Lanark (I'm really enjoying it, if I can say that about something I've been reading for the last four years, but I just haven't had the right combination of free time and mental attitude yet) is unclear.

There are, however, some authors who I don't think will be showing up on livejournal/blogspot/etc anytime soon...

( Lost Girls, Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie. )