Or, rather, books I gave myself for Christmas. It's one of my favourite Christmas treats, the trip to the bookstore where I'm allowed to buy whatever I want! Some of the books get wrapped and labeled with my children's names, but we all know who they're really for!
The Last Dragonslayer is trademark Fforde, but with a simpler plot: it isn't as completely brilliant and subversive as The Eyre Affair, but it's a lot of fun. Quirky characters with silly names, magic that gets flummoxed by the idiocy of modern life, a practical orphan who takes care of everyone and then finds out she has to save the world (and appear on talk shows). And a Quarkbeast. And a dragon. Whose immanent death causes a crazy real-estate rush. It's excellent fun, and maybe just a little bit satirical (a teensy wee bit!). Like a really good chocolate chip cookie with Smarties in it. (Not that Smarties are very satirical. But they're fun.)
Saint Saens (and this).
I have to interrupt this blog post, because while I was on Goodreads I came across a link to Hyperbole and a Half, and I've now spent two hours laughing out loud reading her posts. She's a little twisted and very perceptive and has this way of describing things, and these hilarious kid-drawing pictures. My mom probably won't like her (she does swear a lot)(the blog author, not my mom!), but if you like your humour dark and offbeat, check it out. The first post I read was a rather brilliant summary of clinical depression. Then I tried How A Fish Almost Destroyed My Childhood. Also be sure to read A Better Pain Scale and The Alot. (The picture comes from Am Adult, also hilarious.)
We now return to this blog post, which is now too long, so I'll have to make it To Be Continued . . .