Current mood:

sleepy

Chalice
I couldn't help it. My birthday is coming up and books are a traditional gift; it was already on my Amazon wishlist; but it was right there in Borders, real and solid, and I had to pick it up. (Then I had to restrain myself from clobbering an overzealous Borders flunky with it--don't they have those terminals so we can type in title and author searches all by our own selves?--but that's beside the point.)

I also couldn't help reading the first thirteen pages today over my breakfast tea. The book is slim and as a McKinley glutton I couldn't help being a little sad about that. When one of my favorite authors publishes a short book, it's difficult to read normally, without rolling every word in the mind like a drop of...well, honey...and the grand sweep of it can be lost, as if it were a ball-gown and I were examining threads. I never did manage to get all the way through The California Feeling because of the threads.

(Stash green tea is better than Bigelow green. Even--and I'm very fond of it--the one with lemon.)

Not sure what to think yet. The main gripe of reviewers who had any was that McKinley spends too much time discussing beekeeping in Chalice as she did with baking in Sunshine, but I liked all the baking, so maybe it's going to be hitchless enjoyment. Here's hoping!