And please, oh please don't say "dailyKos", ya wiseass.
Seriously, though, my brain is still hurting from the election. Frank and I went to the bookstore last night in search of some good reading.
More below the fold (isn't this deep?)
(damnit, you stupid diary god, here are some more characters for you. Happy now? Ok, then!)
Frank, the political nerd, bought a bunch of light reading on the Middle East (Israel, the whole thing). He's probably gonna run for office someday, so that makes sense. Anyway good for him, 'cause I bought some lighter reading. Way lighter (except for the detective novel).
I bought Armistead Maupin's "Tales of the City". I have all of the books except the first one, because I let someone borrow it and they never returned it (GRRRR). It's a brilliant series; Mr. Maupin is sort of like a gay Dickens. His characters are wonderful.
I also bought something I won't admit to (ok, it's by Anne Rice, and it's total "omg, so steamy and gothic!" reading). Not gonna tell you what it is. Ok, it was the "Lasher", the second book in The Mayfair Witches series. It's not nearly as good as "The Witching Hour" but oh well.
Finally I bought a three book collection (one volume) of Michael Connelly's Harry Bosch mysteries Yay, homicide detective novels!
No deep reading for me.
What are you reading? If it's porn, don't be embarrassed. Hey, I told you I'm reading Anne Rice, right?