I'm so Bad

We went to the library yesterday. Not even our library, but a large two-story library we have membership to in the next county. Unfortunately I was hot and cranky and my blood sugar was low and I couldn't seem to enjoy it at all. All the fiction was divided by genre which, in my crankiness, I decided was supremely stupid and I spent a good long while aimlessly wandering with my size-too-small peep-toe heels in my hands waiting for an amazing book to launch itself off the shelf into my path squealing "pick me! I'm amazing and super cuddly!" Needless to say that never happened. I did however leave with a large stack of books. -Crappy books.

I got a dull and dragging book about wolves and were-wolves in history or something of the sort, a generic sci-fi fantasy with a cover I would have fallen in love with when I was fourteen, a small unimportant little paperback about a fictitious China with a title that sounded vaguely familiar, and a Mercedes Lackey with a snake and a dark-eyed Disney-Princess-Impostor on the cover. ...Yes, I didn't feel like hunting down each genre section and planted myself in the sci-fi fantasy.

I've begun the colorful Mercedes Lackey and am discovering anew why I don't like her books. But I think Violet has neatly summed it up for me.

"I'm so bad. Like, I wear bloomers and I'm gonna dress like a heathen and I'm like so bad! And like my man's got a tail and I'm like progressive. And a snake is after me and like I'm shocking and I'm just so bad!"

Hmmm. Reminds me just a little too much of Janice (yes, I mean the Muppet. "...Look mother, it's my life, OK? If I want to live on a beach and walk around naked-")

I think I'll go finish my next East of the Sun West of the Moon book...