I live amidst a sea of boxes. At least Alex has a comfy spot on the sofa (when she isn’t yowling in the middle of the night). Surely someday soon I will have the capacity to tell you more about books and games and stories. If anybody suggests that you should move while you have an infant, laugh in their face. If you must move while you have an infant, you have my deepest sympathies.
Good morning! Here is a sweet little roll of a cat.
I’m moving again. I hope I’ll be back to longer posts here soon—maybe even next week!—but I won’t make any promises. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy your Juneteenth.
The busy-ness will continue until morale improves. Or maybe that’s until baby gets much older? Either way, I missed my usual post here yesterday and I’m here to offer you a cat.
I did read Stuart Gibbs’ first FunJungle book in the last week, Belly Up. It’s great. It is a neat distillation of the noir-ish detective story reinterpreted for a middle grade novel, and set in a zoo. There’s a whole series of these books, and I’m itching for a go at the next one. Maybe when I’m more awake and have more time I’ll give you more in depth thoughts, but now the baby is waking and I must feed him.
Alex is a good kitty. She sleeps so that I don’t have to. That’s how that works, right?
I read The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan, the first book in the first Ranger’s Apprentice series. I have a bunch of thoughts. Those won’t make it up here today, because despite Alex doing a good job of sleeping for me she has not made me feel more awake or alert. Nor has she taken care of the baby.
I’m glad that these books exist. And I think we’re sorely in need of newer work.
Fistful of Wits 