![]() ![]() Miniature Roommate and I both like to whine, which is one of the reasons we get along so well.) MR: Why does the weather want me to start working on my Seasonal Affective Disorder already? MR: Why can’t it wait? Why is it doing this to us? We spent most of the day inside, drinking hot chocolate, watching The Count of Monte Cristo, and periodically leaping up, glowering at the window, and having the following dialogue in shrieks: Miniature Roommate and I were deeply unhappy with the Winter Wonderland. It was at that time still two months until Christmas, and if I start feeling Winter Wonderlandy in late October, the many weeks until Christmas (I LOVE CHRISTMAS) would seem insanely long. (Lest I be misunderstood, I was not happy about the Winter Wonderland. Winter Wonderland weather is not zombie weather. But then, instead of being mildly slushy, the weather on that Saturday decided to be a Winter Wonderland(tm). It was Halloween weekend, the weather was going to be a bit slushy (I innocently thought), and altogether it seemed like the perfect weekend for staying in and reading Colson Whitehead’s new zombie book, Zone One. I am leery of Nicole Krantz, and I am actively unfond of JFranz so decided to go with Colson Whitehead, as I know nothing to his discredit and think he has cool hair. On the weekend of Halloween, I decided to start making inroads. There are certain writers in New York who seem to be everywhere but with whose work I am unfamiliar. ![]()
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