It’s too early to be alive.

Well, now I understand why my manager was so grumpy yesterday. She’d torn her calf muscle to shreds. Nice, huh?
So I tried to phone Vikki, my Sensei-o’-Doom, to find out what she should do with it, but no joy, for Vikki does not pick up her phone.

Anyway, you absolutely HAVE to checkout this site because it’s brilliant. It’s a YA fantasy review/rec site.

Cleaned the house yesterday – Albert washed all the floors, which is fair since he puked on them. Well, not all of them, but the point remains valid. Flat is now shiny. Plus he moved the furniture around while I was at work. Looks nice.

So busy! Day from Hell!

Going home now. Sleeping for a year.

Spud

So I’m reading a book. Yes. I do that, for books call to me and I love them, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to turn into a book or marry one someday or something – but alas, the union between Woman and Literature was clearly Not To Be.

But this book? Is brilliant. In many ways, most of which will only make sense if you understand boarding schools and South Africa and boys. and the impact that even one really brilliant teacher can have on one’s life, because you can’t just learn to love books by yourself. You have to be driven to it, shown how, led to them. Someone has to teach you how to find the good ones under all the dross, or just make you miserable enough that any other reality is better than the one you’re in. And this book is about other books, but not really.
It’s about a boy who goes to boarding school. He has Totally Embarrassing Parents, and a crazy grandmother called Wombat, for reasons which are not entirely clear.
He is called Spud Milton.

Read this book. You will love Spud. And you will love his friends. And you will love the story.

Seriously. Read this book!