Back from a few weeks away to find 44 books on my dining room table that arrived while I was gone.
I alternate between giddiness that publishers love me - they really love me! - and this amazing dumbstruck look on my face that all these books could be here - all of them waiting for me to read them - all of them wanting me to read them - all of them demanding that I read them.
Is it too ironic or what that I just came back from my high school reunion to several needy piles of books all screaming "pick me, pick me!"
Obviously I did not request all of these titles and obviously I will not be reading let alone reviewing all of them. I was glad to see One Kingdom here, as I plan to review it along with Secrets of the Savanna for next month's Bookslut. I was also glad to see Tanglewreck, An Abundance of Katherines and Flora Segunda. And for the non-YA world, The Frozen Ship arrived and set my giddy arctic-loving heart aflutter.
I'm such a geek.
More substantial posting to follow in the next couple of days, including a look at the new issue of Bookslut and a better mention of the new issue of Eclectica. Oh - and I got major league slammed for suggesting that Harry Potter should live. That has made me think heavily about this whole blogging thing (although how in the heck my ability to be a good parent came from that HP entry I'll never understand), and I'm trying to figure out what to say on that. I had no idea some people could take a blog entry to seriously - especially an entry that isn't even about them.
But now must unpack more and deal with the books. I'm home - it's time for getting back to work.