New lands, new languages, new things to cuss out. Nobody in fantayland cusses in quite the same way though; each world has its own way to yell at the world.
There has to be somewhere in Fantasyland where everyone comes together. All roads lead to Rome after all. A place where traders prosper, politicians scheme, and criminals thrive.
The same books as last week, but with one addition which has a sort of interesting story behind it. I put Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel on hold at the library a couple of months ago, and I remember observing that it had one of the longest waitlists I had ever seen. This week I had some time to kill and decided to wander around the stacks at the library….. and what should I see but Station Eleven, on the shelf, just sitting there. So I took it… and signed it out… and no library police descended on me to take it away. I thought I would check online because, hey, maybe the waitlist just wasn’t as long as I thought! But instead I discovered I skipped 341 places in line!! Now it’s sitting on my bedtable evoking a confusing mix of guilt and excitement as I attempt to read it as fast as possible to minimize my shame.
I’m the worst.
Making sure I’m all caught up on Agents of SHIELD, in preparation for Avengers: Age of Ultron!
Starting in earnest on a new Dragon Age Inquisition play through with an elven dual-wielding rogue who I’m pretty sure is crushing on Iron Bull.