Umm, yes. Lack of posts.
I would officially like to blame the Codex Alera. It's a series of books by Jim Butcher. Go put them on hold at the library. Or, you know, buy them. I'm not sure why they're so good, but they are.
I've realised that books are like drugs. For me, anyway. As in, when I have a good one I forget to eat. And even when I'm forced away (work, who needs it?) I keep thinking about it. The story, the world, the characters.
Anyway, the Codex Alera. Genre? Fantasy. Cool world. The hero is very... heroic. Too perfect really. Smart, kind, loyal, warrior-ish, handsome, good... all that stuff. Doesn't seem to have a fault. But somehow that isn't annoying? I don't know. Usually I would. But he's so well written that I still like him, still get sad when crap stuff happens to him. I still get so caught up in his adventures that I forget to eat, and I'm still twitchy because the next book is on hold and I have to wait.
Drugs, I tell you.
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