The Bitching: I live in the nearly southern part of Mississippi (blew inland from Katrina) and I hate it. I hate it, for one, because I’m coast trash and I grew up on the water and all this fucking land is making me claustrophobic. Since moving isn’t in the cards this year (Dear God or Goddess or Alien or Whatever in Heaven, let it be soon), I have to suck it up and make do. Now being the book junkie that I am, my happy place is the bookstore. Sometimes you just need good, clean book-air. And in my claustrophobic state, I need more book-air than I use to. Here’s the big bitching part- WE DO NOT HAVE A BOOKSTORE. WE DON’T HAVE A FUCKING BOOKSTORE. There’s one an hour to the south and an awesome indie bookstore an hour and a half to the north but nothing nearby. Oh we have a Books-a-Million, which is NOT a bookstore, simply a store that sells books but I like going there about as much as I like Walmart. I FUCKING hate Walmart. I’ve NEVER had a good experience at a Books-a-Million. Anywhere. I’ve never met a BAM employee that knew the first thing about books, hell, I don’t know that I’ve actually met one that reads. I’ve NEVER had a BAM employee help me. I MEAN NEVER. Responses to book queries that I’ve received:
“Oh it’s over there.”
“I think we have it but if you can’t find it, we can order it.”
“It might be in the back. We’ll have it out in a few days.”
“Can you spell the title and the author’s whole name?”
“It says we have it. It’s on one of the tables.”
And my favorite is when I find it alphabetized by the author’s first name. I can’t tell you how many times this has happened.
So I’m stuck driving, or ordering books and neither of those things make me very happy. It does the opposite, in fact. And I hate it. But I’ve decided, after today’s wasted trip to BAM (I wanted The Flight of Gemma Hardy and The Probability of Miracles) I’m never going to go there again.
The Books: Despite the above bitching, I did get a few books this week, from various sources.
For Review:
The Sweetest Dark by Shana Abé. If you’ve never read anything by this author, STOP what you are doing and read The Last Mermaid. Just, wow. It has naughty bits and is a romance but oooooooh so lovely.
Bought:
The Summer Tree by Guy Gavriel Kay. Angie, I went digging through your Goodreads shelves again- this time for fantasy.
From a very kind book fairy:
Seraphina by Rachel Hartman. I’m reading this now and it is everything you want it to be.
The Baking:
Though my technique and presentation leaves a lot to be desired… I’ve got effing Boston Creme Pie Cupcakes.
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LOL I can totally relate to your rant about incompetent bookstore employees. While we don’t have a shortage of bookstores here in Manila, a lot of the bookstores don’t have helpful salespeople. The biggest chain here (National Bookstore) sells a lot of school and office supplies and they focus on that instead of books. They have branches where books are arranged alphabetically by TITLE.
Of course you’re coast trash. That’s the only way you would’ve gotten those books, you whore. Probably slept with somebody to do it. How else would you get SERAPHINA? Damn. You’re probably some fat ugly slut who has to sleep with people to get books.
… was this trolly enough for your request for trolling? I tried to make it as illogical as I could manage, but it was HARD. And I couldn’t let myself type in IMPROPER GRAMMAR. It HURT.
What Nicole said. Like totally. Also – show us your bewbs.
Ur diner iz liek ded fish egs u hurvest w/ur toes, u sand slut. ur cuking luks liek shit, liek a dog made it & pooped on it.
This made me die on the inside. I hope you’re happy.
Ooh. You bought THE SUMMER TREE. I happily await your thoughts. Remember. It goes to the BAD PLACE. But the next book brings things back. Also, KING ARTHUR!