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Coworker gave me that to read. Addictive but holy crap, Miss Steel, I murmured, my inner goddess did backflips about how awful the writing was.

Also reading The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. Didn't make the connection until recently that it's an homage to The Jungle Book. Anything that Gaiman writes is creative gold, especially when he's working with death.

If you want to read an amazing, bloodcurdling but intelligent horror, try The Ruins by Scott Smith. I think it was a bad movie a few years back but the book... whoa. It doesn't let up.

Now on 100 Years of Solitude. Dense read but very funny. Besides what you're reading, what books would people recommend? Got a long commute in the new city and could use some recs. What are the last three books you *loved*? For me: The Magicians was amazing (its sequel even better), the ASOIAF books ditto, and probably The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao before those.

Nice. But... he left his kingdom without a leader and a child without a father? This is this a good thing?

The Shining is an awesome read. Just such a great moodiness to it. Right up there with It and The Stand. I'm very much looking forward to the next books in A Song of Ice and Fire, but man, Books 4 and 5 do require patience. Anything in the series is still better than most books out there, but after how great Book 3 was, Books 4 and 5 just have way, way too much "character is traveling from A to B... and still traveling... and still traveling...". Hoping now that with everything that happened in 5, the pieces are in place for an incredible conclusion.

The Magician King by Lev Grossman. Fantastic. Kind of like an adult Harry Potter. I lost about six weeks of studying last year due to that damn series. So good. Book 3... whoa. At one part I was so surprised I smacked my head on the side of the airplane I was on.

I keep hoping a budding singer/guitarist will turn up on this board, record it, and throw it on YouTube for us. Didn't someone recently post about being a musician?? Absolutely, especially as Walter White was paying homage to Walt Whitman...

On milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky I am all sad and wondering why It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry The Christ child rocks n rolls, Apollo's light will never return Before the cows come home and this day adjourns Oh sweet Efron let me be the Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun So we may unite and live forever more, without pain and sadness that we had before Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr and Mrs Montague, never let our be done and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams For nowhere in your roiling slumber can the endless horseman find his home Full of pain wand impossible sadness , here I shall forever rest, no more to roam alone It is now sad sweet Efron that roams alone, to seek again the horseman's love And as the horseman swiftly rides, he espies a solitary dove Held in a hawks jaw, no sign of life it gives Until the mighty clawed creature, dreading its own vice, yawps from knotty beak And the lifeless blood doth leak So justice is found where the proud eagles reign. A clouded dream on an earthly night Hangs upon a crescent moon Where summer solstice meets Luna waning Artemis aims her bow, the deer and sheep running, As Rhyme and Rhythm cull their dwindling flock

I adore the "yawped" line. Walter White would be proud.

Whoa whoa whoa, what gave you the right to change "link removed" to "rolling"? Put it back!! (This poem is freaking awesome and needs to be sung by Whitesnake.)

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns, While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky I am all sad and wondering why It's such a beautiful day but only want to cry The Christ child rocks n' rolls, Apollo's light will never return Before the cows come home and this day adjourns Oh sweet Efron let me be The Lucky One, pollinate my sticky saffron under the blazing sun So we may unite and live forever more, without the pain and sadness that we had before. Let our love not be dead in a tomb like Mr. and Mrs. Montague, never let our love be done and when the light turns black and deep, may embers crackle lest we sleep Surrendering a left eye, then a right, to the marauders of dreams. For nowhere in your roiling desert slumber can the endless horseman find his home.

In milk flowers and splendor, a round sky fire burns, While Sweet Baby Jesus rocks his ghost-manger in the sky

So.... you're cheating on your wife with a girl who left you for a realtor...?