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A question for the ages, from a friend on another place on the interwebs:
"Is Twilight more or less horrifying than Flowers in the Attic?"
DISCUSS.
"Is Twilight more or less horrifying than Flowers in the Attic?"
DISCUSS.
For whatever reason, my brain decided I wanted to re-read Anne Rice's The Witching Hour. Look, I don't understand why, either, but I've been dawdling through it the past couple of evenings. It's just as much silly, overwrought fun as I remembered. Oooh, the bombast!
The only problem is, the book is making me crave gumbo. Really, REALLY crave gumbo. Which is so far beyond my cooking skills as to be laughable. And I have no idea where I would go in Seattle to find good gumbo.
Woe. Woe is me and my craving for gumbo. Oh well, back to reading the silly, oh-so-gawthic, novel.
The only problem is, the book is making me crave gumbo. Really, REALLY crave gumbo. Which is so far beyond my cooking skills as to be laughable. And I have no idea where I would go in Seattle to find good gumbo.
Woe. Woe is me and my craving for gumbo. Oh well, back to reading the silly, oh-so-gawthic, novel.
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