Thanks for the giggle, L! (And for the letter – it’s exactly what I needed)
It’s my 10th anniversary as a bookcrosser today. Strange to think I’ve been doing it for so long, although given how much I’ve done over the past 10 years (travelling all around the world, organising conventions, meeting all sorts of weird and wonderful people) 10 years doesn’t actually seem long enough to fit it all in.
I celebrated my decade in the obvious way, by releasing lots of books (though I had to make a quick dash to a second-hand bookshop at lunchtime, because I wanted to release 10 cat-themed books, but could only find 5 in my stash this morning). My final release list for the day was:
- The Time-Travelling Cat and the Egyptian Goddess by Julia Jarman
- Kissed by Cat by Shirley Jump
- Cats by Peggy Wratten
- Cat Dependent No More by Jeff Reid
- Know Your Cat’s Purr Points by Margaret Woodhouse
- Catwatching by Desmond Morris
- Catlore by Desmond Morris
- The Cat’s Fancy by Julie Kenner
- Magnifi-Cat by Bruce Angrave
- The Cats of Seroster by Robert Westall
ime is rapidly running out on my holidays, but I’m kind of looking forward to going back to work – this year is going to be full of all sorts of interesting challenges which I want to get stuck into. I could very easily get used to this leisurely lifestyle though
Not that the last few days have been that leisurely – we decided it was finally time to face down the monster that is cleaning the garage. As you may know, we don’t own a car. Our garage then, not needing a vehicular space to be kept clear, has become the all purpose storage space for things that might come in handy one day, broken stuff that might be repairable so it seems silly to throw it out, useful boxes, leftover building material from various projects, furniture I’ve been meaning to Freecycle, stuff the previous owners left behind… you get the idea. Plus it doubles as a wood shed, and houses the usual tools and stuff of any garage. Yeah, basically a room-sized junk drawer.
It was getting to the stage where we couldn’t actually find any of the tools, and getting to the woodpile in winter was work for a skilled mountaineer (ok, so maybe not that bad, but it was a bit tricky squeezing past the lawnmower). So all year I’ve been saying that when we had a few free days we should clean it out.
So having quite a few free days, with no excuses left, we finally tackled the job. We hired a skip and filled it with everything of the “might come in handy some day”, “don’t even know what this is” and “outright rubbish” categories, restacked the wood pile to limit its gradual spread across the floor, sorted out the Freecyclables ready to post offers, cleaned and organised everything that was left, and we now have a perfectly usable garage.
Yeah, I give it about a month before it’s back to chaos again, but in the meantime I can feel proud of our efforts
Progress hasn’t been as steady on craft projects, but that’s because it’s been so hot – it’s hovered around 30o most days this month, accompanied by Christchurch’s famous hot and dusty nor’wester. And hot and sweaty really doesn’t go well with keeping crafty things clean.
But yesterday the weather finally broke and it rained and was nice and cool. Which coincided nicely with Jenny having a free day, so she came round and we had a sewing circle – or sewing line, really – it’s hard to have a circle of two… and actually it was more of a knitting and embroidery line – she was finishing off a jersey she’s knitting, and I was working on my cross-stitch. But we called it a sewing circle anyway and it accomplished the same goal: company and conversation while working on crafty things.
So I did make a small amount of progress:
And I have added a bit more to my knitting experiment. I’ve just been playing with different patterns and using up some of the random odds and ends of wool Jenny gave me, and just picking up stitches off the sides of existing squares to start each new one, so it’s developing very organically*.
In bookcrossing news, I got a catch which was definitely a record for me, and may even (according to Gorydetails) be a site-wide record, for longest time between release and catch. I released Ossian’s Ride in April 2003, and it’s finally been caught almost 10 years later. Just goes to show you should never give up on a book!
Other, less notable, recent catches:
- Temptation Island by Graeme Lay – this one only took 4 years to get caught
- several from Canberra:
- The Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice – another that took 4 years to reappear
- Napoleon’s Buttons by Penny Le Couteur and Jay Burreson
- Monkey Mind: A Memoir of Anxiety by Daniel B Smith (audiobook)
ow that the grey and horrible weather has ended (to be replaced by a nasty nor’wester that makes it too hot to move – we can’t win), I decided to make the most of a bit of sunshine to go for a walk with my camera this morning. I only got as far as Jellie Park before the abovementioned wind kicked in and it started getting unpleasantly hot, but I did manage to take a few cool pictures, and even release a couple of books (although I don’t think bookcrossing and photography are really compatible – my camera’s heavy enough as it is, without adding books to the camera bag (maybe I should have shelled out the extra $50 for the back-pack style bag after all…)).
So without further ado, lots of pretty pictures:
Well, it’s the 22nd, and we’re still here. And more importantly, I’m on holiday for the next 4 weeks! (Yes, I know I already took a 4-week holiday in April, but due to the weird way HR calculated my leave over the two jobs I’ve been doing, I’m still owed a tonne of leave). We’re not planning on doing anything or going anywhere, just relaxing and making the most of a much-needed break.
Started the break on a high note last night with a bookcrossing Christmas party that turned into a not-bookcrossing Christmas party. Bruce & co had told me they were already juggling two events so wouldn’t be able to make it, and I hadn’t heard from any of the other regulars (I’m not even sure if the Gwilks are still in Christchurch – Gwilk used to pass me as I was walking to work in the mornings, but I haven’t seen him for months), but I thought Rarsberry and Otakuu were coming, but mysteriously neither showed up (Rars had mentioned she was trying to figure out transport, so I assume that’s why she didn’t make it). However, the non-bookcrossing part of the party (Harvestbird, Jenny, and their respective partners) did turn up, so it was still a most enjoyable evening – in fact, probably better than if everyone else had been there, because it was a small enough group that conversation flowed easily.
I don’t know if I’ll bother trying to organise a bookcrossing party next year, though. I’m getting a bit tired of the paucity of RSVPs from the local group – it’s bad enough trying to organise meetups when I never know how many people to book a table for, much worse trying to organise parties.
Still, a great evening, the experimental vegetarian pizza worked (at least, it disappeared very fast, so I assume everyone enjoyed it), the house looked pretty, and the company was good. And that’s all that matters really.
And now, I’m off to curl up in a corner with a book.
From my travel journal:
Saturday 17 November 2012, 7.30 am: In a cafe somewhere in Canberra (I don’t know, I went for a walk, so I could be anywhere…)
I really should have started writing this up last night, but sleep was more urgent. It was a very long day yesterday. Started at 3.30 am NZ Time (which someone last night reminded me meant I’d been up since 1.30 am Australian time – no wonder I was fading by 10 pm! (yes, I know, I just broke my cardinal travelling rule of never thinking about what time it is at home)) At the airport by 4.30 to check in for a 6.30 flight, and thankfully managed a bit of a nap on the plane (despite Jetstar having the most uncomfortable seats ever – obviously their cheap flights are because they save money on seat padding), and arrived in Sydney at 8 am local time.
I’d picked the early flight because past experience with Sydney airport has taught me it can be an hour or more to get through customs, so I didn’t want to be panicking to get to the train on time. Of course, that meant that for a change immigration was a total breeze (yay for the new e-passport – stick it in the slot, get your photo taken and you’re through – no queueing behind someone who’s getting the full 20 questions treatment!), my bag appeared on the conveyor belt as I walked up to it (very unlike Sydney – I once waited half an hour before any bags emerged), and customs waved me through without even wanting to scan my bags. The train to the city was even pulling in as I got to the bottom of the platform escalator.
So, end result, I was at Central Station before 9 am, and had three hours to fill in before the train. It was raining, and I had a big heavy bag to lug around, so I’d resigned myself to spending it all sitting in the station’s rather uninspired cafe, but then I noticed the sign for bag check for Countrylink trains, so (after battling my way through a huge crowd of primary school kids obviously on their way home after a school trip), I dumped my bag and headed off for a walk.
First stop, of course, had to be the evil bookshop. I was very restrained though, and only bought myself two books. Then I wandered a bit further, and was very quickly totally lost – that’s the trouble with Sydney – I know it well enough to feel confident about wandering off without a map, but not well enough to be able to figure out where I am if I turn off the streets I know. But I managed to retrace my steps successfully, and found my way back to the station in plenty of time, and only slightly damp from the rain (it was much too warm to wear my jacket, so I was walking around in a t-shirt while all the locals were bundled up in coats and scarves).
On the train, an unpleasant surprise – I was sharing a carriage with another school group, so it was a very noisy trip. The teachers were great and kept the kids under control, but there’s still a certain unavoidable noise level that comes with 30-odd over-excited 11 year olds.
And then the train was delayed (by track work, I think? I couldn’t properly hear the announcement over the chatter), so it took us 5 hours to get to Canberra. My head was seriously aching by the time we got there!
But I’m still glad I took the train – it was great to see a bit of the countryside (including some mountains, apparently – when they announced we’d be late getting to Canberra, the woman next to me tried to ring her daughter but couldn’t get a signal on her phone, and commented that it was probably because we were in the mountains. Really? The bumps in the landscape were so small I doubt we’d even count them as hills! (She also amused me by saying, when she discovered I was from Christchurch and had been there for the earthquakes, “Oh yes, I know what that’s like, I was in Newcastle for ’89.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her she had no idea what it’s like!)), and even saw a few kangaroos – the first time I’ve seen them outside of a zoo.
Skyring and Mrs Skyring picked me up at the station, and Skyring showed off his knowledge of the secret taxi-driver routes to drop me at the YHA. I checked in, and as I stepped into the lift to go up to my room, the woman getting in behind me looked at my bookcrossing t-shirt and said “I should probably know you” – it was JennyG! And when I found my dorm room, she turned out to be heading for the same room – by total coincidence we’d been given the same room (and last night, at least, had the room to ourselves, so there are now books everywhere )
A short nap revived me enough to head out to dinner at a Thai restaurant. Two long tables full of bookcrossers, books being passed back and forth along the tables, goody bags (!!! at an uncon! Canberra have just totally raised the bar for the next NZ one…) and good food. Sorting out the bill was chaotic, but we all put in what we thought we owed, and I think it somehow worked out in the end.
Then we retired to the snug of a nearby bar, where Edwardstreet somehow talked me into agreeing to help her organise an uncon in Queenstown next year (why let a little thing like no local bookcrossers stop us?), which was announced to great excitement. (I am so going to regret this when I’m up to my eyes in study again next year, but she promised my assistance can be minimal. Yeah, me doing something minimally, that’ll be an interesting challenge…)
I was fading fast, so left the bar at 10 and headed back to the hostel, where I slept like a dead thing until about 3 am, when there was a huge crash outside – it sounded like someone dropping a skip from the top of a building, but apparently it was just the rubbish truck doing its rounds. I drifted back to sleep a bit after that, but was wide awake by 5.30, so got up and headed out for a walk.
So, having released a few books (there are so many cool statues and sculptures dotted over the city centre, all just begging for themed releases!) and explored a bit, being amazed as I always am in Australia by the “exotic” birds that are the local equivalents of sparrows and seagulls (those pink cockatoo things, proper parroty-looking birds, some sort of miniature magpie, and assorted others I couldn’t even begin to identify), I found a cafe that opened early for breakfast, and now I’m all refreshed and ready to head out again (or maybe back to the hostel to prepare for this morning’s release walk).
Monday 19 November, 7.25 am, back in the same cafe for breakfast
This weekend has gone so fast! And as usual I was much too busy enjoying myself to write my journal, but I think I remember most of it
Saturday morning was the release walk, starting at Parliament House. JennyG and I decided to walk over the bridge rather than catch a bus, and had a lovely stroll over there and through the rose gardens. Except JennyG thought we were supposed to be meeting at Old Parliament House, and I didn’t bother to check the programme… so when we got there, proud of ourselves for arriving with 10 minutes to spare, there were no bookcrossers in sight. And that was when I did check and discovered our error, which left us only 10 minutes to run up the hill to the new Parliament House. JennyG opted to stay behind and catch up with us when the walk stopped for morning tea, but I set off up the hill at high speed, and after a bit of confusion finding the right path (Canberra is not great at signposts for pedestrians, and the roads tend to wind around a lot, so following road signs often leads you in the wrong direction) I made it up to the correct meeting place only 5 minutes late.
I hardly had time to catch my breath before we were heading off down the hill again, at a much slower pace this time, leaving a stream of books in our wake.
The view down the “Mall” (there were many jokes about the lack of a McDonalds) was spectacular, looking past the old Parliament and across the lake, and then up the avenue of ANZAC Parade to the war memorial – there are definitely advantages to a planned city.
We stopped for refreshments at the Old Parliament House, and watched (from a respectful distance) a ceremony going on at the Aboriginal Tent Embassy, where a funeral for an elder was in progress. Then we headed down to the lakefront, where Skyring had snuck on ahead to prepare a surprise – the row of plinths commemorating Australians of the Year had been converted into Bookcrossers of the Year – 33 of us I think just about everyone ended up releasing a book on “their” plinth.
Next we visited a Peace Garden, a Reconciliation Park, and the High Court (which, as Edwardstreet noted, didn’t make us particularly peaceful, reconciliated, or high), and finished the walk with a leisurely lunch at the National Library.
After lunch, we drifted off to various activities for the afternoon. I decided, as I had a couple of war-themed books to release, to walk back across the bridge and then round the lakefront to ANZAC Parade, which is lined on both sides with war memorials, as well as the big memorial museum at the top.
After a long hot walk round the waterfront, I finally reached the point opposite the line of the Mall, so headed up towards where ANZAC Parade should be, only to be blocked by a big busy road with nowhere to cross (see above re. Canberra not being designed for pedestrians). In the end I had to backtrack for quite a distance before I finally found an underpass.
Edwardstreet, having visited the memorials the day before, had suggested that I walk up one side of the Parade and back down the other, to best see all of them. So I set off up the sunny side, realising about half way up that I really really should have put on a hat and sunscreen first – two things I hadn’t thought to bring (everyone always describes Canberra as cold and wet. They lied.) By the time I reached the top of the hill I could feel the sunburn setting in, and was tired enough that I decided to skip the museum and just continue back down the (slightly) shadier side of the avenue. I was very glad to get back to City Walk and a reviving gelatto in the shade of a plane tree!
Back at the hostel, I sat down to read for a while and ended up sleeping for an hour, waking up with very stiff legs – a reminder of just how many km I’d covered over the course of the day. I found the Street Sisters sitting out on the balcony, so joined them and we were entertained by a couple of rather drunk young Germans who were showing off their juggling skills with wine bottles. They suggested we join them going out clubbing, but we demurred, opting for the convention dinner instead, back at King O’Malley’s.
We had a private room at the pub, and were entertained after dinner by a local bookcrosser who is a cryptic crossword compiler and writes …for Dummies books on puzzles and codes. It was a really interesting talk, especially the parts about exactly how a cryptic crossword is put together. There were door prizes too (all this despite there being no convention fee – no way we’ll be able to compete with Canberra’s efforts when it’s NZ’s turn next year!) and I won a booklight.
Despite quite a late night (for me, anyway), I woke up at 6 on Sunday morning, so rather than disturb my roommates (we’d acquired a couple of pole-dancers, in town for a competition (we joked about whether we could combine our two hobbies in some way – maybe flinging books into the audience while spinning round a pole?)), I went out to the book exchange shelf (conveniently located right next to our room – it’s like the YHA people knew we were bookcrossers ) and spent a happy and productive couple of hours registering all the books. There were already quite a few bookcrossing books on the shelf, deposited by the others BCers staying at the hostel, so it’s become quite a proto-OBCZ now.
Brunch was at Pancake Parlour, and all too soon the convention proper was over. Hugs all round, and those few of us staying on for another day made plans to meet for dinner. Littlemave was talking about visiting a market in Kingston for the afternoon, so I joined her. We never made it to the market, though – after waiting half an hour for a bus, we were told by another waiting passenger that she’d had a text from the bus company and the bus was cancelled – it’s broken down, and rather than send a replacement bus they’d just cancelled it. So we decided to go to the National Museum instead, a short (ish – we took a short cut that turned out not to be) walk round the lakefront.
The museum was a bit disappointing (I can see now why Skyring always raves about Te Papa), but there were a few interesting bits, and it was pleasant to wander around in its airconditioned cool. We decided to try our luck with the bus system again to get back into the city, and this time the bus turned up, and even better, the driver gave us our rides for free because we were only going one stop.
Littlemave headed to the station to catch her bus back to Sydney, and I went back to the hostel, where I met the others and firmed up our plans for dinner. After a multi-media attempt to contact everyone (texts, facebook messages, and a note on the hostel bulletin board) and a quick bit of internet time (where I discovered I’d already had two catches from the release walk!) we headed out for dinner at a taqueria, then drinks at the casino, where we were entertained watching the very serious Chinese gamblers playing Pai Gow. And then, all too tired for another late night, retired to our respective hostel and hotels.
3 pm, Canberra Airport
I should have been in Sydney by now, but the best laid plans and all that… My flight was first delayed with mechanical trouble, and then cancelled, and I’ve been rebooked on a later flight. Luckily I was going to have several hours to fill in Sydney before my onward flight, otherwise I’d have a bit of a problem. My new flight should get me to Sydney with just enough time to make check-in. It means I miss out on the Koru Club though – Edwardstreet (who caught a flight with a different airline just before they announced the delay on mine) and I had arranged to meet at Sydney and she’d get me into the Koru Club as her guest – hope she’s worked out by now that I’m not arriving and not to wait for me (she hasn’t got a mobile with her, so I can’t let her know about the change of plans). So no free dinner for me
So here I am stuck at Canberra airport for another hour, which is not the most exciting airport in the world to be stuck in – only one shop and a couple of cafes. Good thing I’ve got a book (or several) with me…
PS. For those who wondered, yes, I did end up with a vaguely ballycumber-shaped tan line (if you squint and use your imagination a bit). There’s definitely a pale patch where the tattoo was, anyway:
ne of the nicer side-effects of the earthquakes is that because we lost almost all of the city’s arthouse cinemas, the mainstream cinemas have started showing a broader range of films to cater to some of that market. As a result, the local Hoyts is celebrating Diwali with a selection of Bollywood films, one of which we went to see last night: Son of Sardaar. A totally mad mix of action movie, slapstick comedy and musical that could only be produced in Bollywood, it was great fun – we both giggled our way through it (even if we were often laughing at different times to the rest of the (mostly Indian) audience). Of course, now I’ve got the theme tune stuck in my head…
On the less pleasant side of the earthquake balance is the fact that it’s our suburb’s turn to have its sewers checked for earthquake damage (the council are slowly working their way round the entire city – a four-year job, apparently). We got a letter the other day warning us that they’d be working at night (because apparently not disrupting traffic is more important than not disrupting our sleep) and that there might be some disturbance from noise and lights. What they didn’t warn us about though was the smell – they must have been forcing air or water through the pipes to test them or something, because there was much bubbling and blowback from the toilet (luckily it seemed to only be water splashing out, but we put the lid down anyway), and a wonderful reek of sewer gasses through the house. Plus I reckon they must have had the truck parked right outside our house, and it was just noisy enough that whenever I’d start to drift off I’d be woken up again.
So not a pleasant awakening this morning, to not enough sleep and a lingering horrible smell. Luckily it’s a nice day today, so MrPloppy will be able to open all the windows and air it out a bit, so hopefully by the time I get home tonight the smell will be gone.
I really hope though that that’s our bit of pipe done and they’ll move further along the street tonight, because the notice said they’ll be working on the pipes until the 30th, and I really couldn’t cope with that every night!
In other good news, I got my marks back from my assignment, and I got an A+! It’s only a provisional grade at the moment, because postgrad work has to be checkmarked by an external assessor, but I’m still grinning like a mad thing.
Now all I have to do is keep that up for the next three years, and I’ll have a high enough GPA to get a chance of a scholarship…
And talking of good things, I got a parcel yesterday from Lytteltonwitch. She definitely knows me well:
And the perfect size for carting books, too. Thanks, LW!
And even more good news, the electrician has almost (after many stop start visits when he had to drop our work to go and attend to earthquake rebuilds (which we’d said we were ok with him giving priority to – people who’ve been living in broken houses for two years definitely have a greater need than us!)) finished our re-wiring. Thanks to Stepfather’s generosity in his will, we’ve not only got a much safer house, we’ve now got power points everywhere we need them (instead of trying to run everything off one power point per room plus a spaghetti of extension cords and multi-boards), and better lights, and can even do exciting things like run the washing machine and the dryer at the same time without blowing all the fuses (trust me, that’s exciting when you’ve been living with 1950s wiring for 10 years!). He’s just got to finish disconnecting the old underfloor heating system (which we’ve never used, because it cost a fortune to run and generated more smell than heat anyway) and installing a nightstore heater in the hallway, and we’ll be done.
Next project: carpet.
In Bookcrossing news, only a few days until the Australian UnCon. Which means I’ll be getting up ridiculously early on Friday morning (my flight’s at 6.30 am, so that means check-in at 4.30, which means…. arrgh, I don’t want to think about what that means about when I have to set the alarm for!) to fly to Sydney and then catch a train to Canberra. Canberra’s not supposed to be a particularly exciting city to visit, but when it’s full of bookcrossers it’s sure to be a fantastically fun weekend.
And a few recent (and not so recent – I must remember to post more often) catches:
Mr. Corbett’s Ghost by Leon Garfield was an early Halloween release (ok, so I meant to release it on Halloween but got the date wrong) that must have been caught almost immediately, because I released it in Deans Bush about an hour before they close the gates for the night, and it was caught that same night.
Small Gods by Terry Pratchett is a second-generation catch on a book I released in Washington DC. After being caught and taken to Seattle, it languished in a lost and found box for months before being rescued and enjoyed.
The Tower on the Rift by Ian Irvine – a catch from Ireland, from our visit to Clonmacnoise.
Working Wonders by Jenny Colgan – and another one from the hostel in Killarney.
Beside Myself by Russell Haley – nearly two years between release and catch, a couple of blocks apart from each other.
Man and Boy by Tony Parsons – caught and re-released.
Demon Rumm by Sandra Brown – and a quick catch for a themed release.
nd… it’s not working. The last of the computer parts arrived yesterday, so we (ok, mostly MrPloppy, with me looking over his shoulder going “ooh, what’s that wire for?” and occasionally actually being useful when my smaller hands could fit into tight corners his couldn’t reach) spent the afternoon putting it together. And the build went really well – no major hiccups, no bruises to fingers or egos, everything just worked. By last night we’d even got as far as installing Windows, which seemed to be working fine… until MrPloppy discovered it had installed to the wrong drive.
See, one of the shiny new things about this computer is that as well as a HUGE hard drive (1 Terrabyte!!! It feels like only yesterday that a Gigabyte seemed excessively big, and suddenly a whole order of magnitude bigger is just standard) it’s got a solid state drive (SSD), which is kind of like a hard drive, except instead of having a rotating disk like a normal hard drive it’s solid state (yeah, you might have been clued in to that by the name) – in other words, it works kind of like a giant version of a USB stick. And the big reason for having an SSD is that because they don’t have to spin up, they load data much faster than a traditional drive, so the idea is you put your operating system and all your main software on there and everything works so much faster. Then you can use your hard drive for just storage and the less important software.
Except we’d got it wrong, and Windows was on the hard drive. And what should have been a simple operation of reformatting the disks and starting again has taken most of the day, and it’s still not working properly. We’ve got Windows installed on the SSD where it should be now, but for some weird reason it’s not always recognising the drive properly, and every so often it’s randomly deciding it wants to boot from the hard drive instead, but there’s nothing there for it to boot from, so it has a little sulk and refuses to work. So there has been much tearing of hair and gnashing of teeth, and mucking around with the BIOS, and opening up the case to switch various ports around (lest you think I know what I’m talking about here, it’s MrPloppy who’s been doing all this, while I sit there giving helpful(-ish) suggestions and occasionally unplugging and plugging things in those aforementioned tight corners).
So, I have a shiny new computer sitting on my desk, which looks very nice but doesn’t actually work. Which is very frustrating! So instead of writing this post from my nice new computer as I’d hoped, I’m back on the old laptop Oh well, at least I’ve got all my bookmarks on here still…
We did take a break from swearing at the computer for a while, at least – it’s been a gorgeous day, so we went for a walk through the park to a cafe for hot chocolates. I even managed to release a few books along the way, something I haven’t done for ages.
The park was beautiful in that bare late-winter sort of way:
And we came across an unexpected sight – a bunch of knights practising their sword fighting:
really have nothing to say, but I just stumbled across this amazing site while searching for something completely different, and had to quickly post something just to have the excuse to use one of her gorgeous drop-caps. So I suppose I should think of something to fill up a paragraph or two to make it worth posting. Um… life has been busy, but only with the usual work and study (I got my first essay finished and handed in, yay! Now I’ve just got to work on my project and presentation…) which seems to fill every waking moment. It’s a good thing I’m still enjoying both so much If only the funding would come through to make my temporary job change permanent, it would be perfect.
In exciting news, I almost have a new computer. MrPloppy ordered the last of the parts yesterday, and hopefully should be able to start building it at the weekend. It’s going to be shiny and fast and (most importantly) have pretty lights inside. Not that there’s going to be much point in having an excitingly fast computer seeing as I have no time for gaming at the moment anyway, but at least I’ll have the pretty lights to look at while I type up my project And it’s only three months until the end of semester when I’ll have finished all my study for the year… and it’ll be summer so I won’t want to spend all my time sitting inside at a computer…
It’s been a while since I posted a list of recent catches (in fact, a very long while – I just checked my catch email folder, and it goes back to March!), so here’s a round-up:
A lot from the Ireland trip, of course (and yes, I know I still haven’t posted my travel journal – I promise I will eventually):
- Falling for You by Jill Mansell
- The Eye in the Door by Pat Barker
- Triple Factor by Owen Sela
- Dublin 4 by Maeve Binchy
- The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
- The World According to Clarkson by Jeremy Clarkson
- Blood Trillium by Julian May
- Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett
- The Shipping News by Annie Proulx
- Life Sentences by Laura Lippman
- The Big Picture by Douglas Kennedy
- A Place of Safety by Caroline Graham
And a few others:
- Cora Ravenwing by Gina Wilson – from another epic road trip, the USA one this time
- Bedknobs and Broomsticks by Mary Norton – went to Toronto via Occupy Christchurch
- Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth and Me by E.L. Konigsburg – as did this one
- Scallywag by Jeannette Rowe – from my bookcrossing birthday release last year
- Brat Farrar by Josephine Tey
- Liverpool Lamplight by Lyn Andrews – made its way to Dunedin, where it saved a reader from booklessness, and is now in the UK
- White Ruff by Glenn Balch - this one’s getting very well travelled
- Overdrive by Michael Gilbert – has gone via Malaysia to China
- Dark Calling by Darren Shan – the Wellington YHA still gets me catches
- Silver by Penny Jordan
Right, that’s filled up enough of the page to make the drop-cap look good, so I’d better get back to work.
I really will get round to posting the rest of my travel journal entries, but life is kind of busy at the moment. Work is hotting up as we get closer to our big launch, and study takes up most of my free time. And this week I seem to suddenly have a social life – as well as last night’s meetup, I’ve been invited to Jenny’s book launch tonight and another colleague’s birthday party tomorrow night. Add to that ESOL tutoring on Monday night, and working late on Tuesday, and it’s amazing MrPloppy even remembers who I am, he sees so little of me!
Anyway, a good meetup last night, with a full table – I think almost all the regulars were there. I released a few books (The Kitchen Boy by Robert Alexander, The Sealed Letter by Emma Donoghue, and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer), registered a few more (because one of the non-bookcrossing partners who often joins us had brought them along unregistered, so as I happened to have some pre-nums on me labelled them up for her), and despite my best efforts ended up taking a pile home – only for release, though, not to add to Mt TBR (which is still totteringly high after Dublin), because they were left on the table at the end of the meetup, and there were too many to just leave in the restaurant.
- Real book: Percy Jackson and the Titan’s Curse by Rick Riordan
- E-book: Orange as Marmalade by Fran Stewart
- Audiobook: Pygmy by Chuck Palahniuk
- Study: Bickel, B., & Nichols, J. (2009). Case Marking and Alignment. In A. Malchukov & A. Spencer (Eds.), The Oxford handbook of case (pp. 304-321). Oxford: Oxford University Press.