Oh I didn't post yet today. Had a cold lately so I'm a bit out of it.
Right now I'm watching the end of the Hannibal movie on tv, just to see how they did it. When I read the book eons ago I was finishing it on the way to work and when I got off the bus I had to sit on the grass and finish it before working, cause it was so weird. I didn't bother reading the third one. -- Ah, they changed the ending. It was indeed nuts.
Harris created a great baddie in Hannibal, but I think he fell too in love with him. ...Or the money, I guess. The first book was spooky and plausible, but the next two increasingly fantastic and romantic.
Meanwhile I'm reading a French book that had a good premise, and I liked two other books by him, but... mehhhhhhhhhh. Trying to speed read the rest. So disappointed. Gonna start the new Wodehouse my dad sent me.
I think I'm going to give my novel a break, and pull up some old short stories to look at, to possibly epub.
And now... perhaps a nap. Slept a ton last night, but still tired. Did I mention my broken rib is hurting again? Ever since I read that article that made me laugh really hard and long. I've been blaming Ms Brownlow for sending it to me.
Hope y'all are in one piece!
