Vandermar & Croup are freaking scary
Jan. 10th, 2003 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
timepiececlockWas v. v. bored last night with LJ on the down & outs, and no one around to play cards with, and nothing interesting on tv.
In a moment of whimsy, I jumped in my little car went driving out in far too heavy rain to the nearest Barnes & Noble, and bought Neverwhere by Neil Gaimon. At nearly 10:30 or so, not long before closing. When I'm alreayd in the middle of about 6 other books, and textbooks on top of that.
I got home, read 107 pages (as opposed to my usual attention span of 20-40). I did the dishes, and read 30 more, and went to bed.
I read another 11 pages standing in the cashier line at my college office, waiting to buy a parking sticker.
I love this book.
Now: onward. Things to do. People to damage.
In a moment of whimsy, I jumped in my little car went driving out in far too heavy rain to the nearest Barnes & Noble, and bought Neverwhere by Neil Gaimon. At nearly 10:30 or so, not long before closing. When I'm alreayd in the middle of about 6 other books, and textbooks on top of that.
I got home, read 107 pages (as opposed to my usual attention span of 20-40). I did the dishes, and read 30 more, and went to bed.
I read another 11 pages standing in the cashier line at my college office, waiting to buy a parking sticker.
I love this book.
Now: onward. Things to do. People to damage.
