ETA: Picture removed.
Twitter update: BAH HUMBUG I still don't have a picture of my new hair.
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I've been thinking too much about my Internal assessments lately, bah.
But in this picture, my eyes are too wide I think.
And my nose looks big from the side.
AH WHTVR.
I really wanted to go watch August: Osage County with Martina, but she's going to for it on moving night.
Which reminds me.
THANK GOD I GOT A BIG ROOM.
Serena's room right now, actually.
I don't have to huddle into a claustrophobic space like the one Su's got for the rest of the year.
I actually had a lot of things to say, but somehow right now I can only fixate on the fact that my last blog entry was a complete deviation from my definition of normal.
I had wanted to review another book, which is Angelica by Arthur Philips but I can't really be bothered at the moment, so go and read it yourself.
Its amazingly good.
You know, I suppose some people might ask a very pertinent question, which would be:
'Why is it every time you review a book, your verdict is that it is mind-blowingly fabulous? Aren't you supposed to give bad reviews too?'
The simple answer to that, my questioning reader, is that I very rarely pick up a book which has not been recommended to me or has not been well-reviewed before.
I tend to research extensively and look up books I want to read next, and then I find them in e-book format, or buy them.
Or I take the books on the word of certain very trusted people's recommendations.
So most of the time, I am very satisfied with what I have chosen to read.
There are of course, exceptions, such as Twilight.
And a little more recently, Prep, by Curtis Sittenfeld.
At one point, I picked up Allison Croggon's first novel in the Pellinor series, but couldn't get through the first two chapters.
So I didn't read it.
And hence can't review it, badly or not.
So there.
