I haven’t posted in an age, I know.Â I really haven’tÂ felt motivated.Â I’d rather wait for The Call than spout outÂ nonsensical, boring ramblings.Â I will bear in mind, however, that what follows below may fall under said category in the opinion of you, dear blogÂ reader.Â If you feel that way, you have two choices: leave a biting comment that I’ll scoff at and attempt to ignore, or stop readingÂ the meaningless,Â time-wasting meanderings of one Hollis E.A.Â
This posting, as you may have noticed, is under the Books category.Â I’m reading Stormy Weather, by Carl Hiassen.Â The author is aÂ favourite of Maeghan’s boyfriendÂ Dave.Â Maeg has beenÂ recommending Hiassen to us for some time now.Â After finishing my 78th (*estimate* – but probably pretty accurate)Â rereading of TLOTR, I decided to be bold and ventureÂ forth into uncharted…er, pages.Â TheÂ book isÂ good!Â Unusual, quirky, darkly funny, gruesome in parts.Â Not my usual fare, but that’s not a bad thing.Â I’ve always believed in the great value ofÂ continually broadening one’s perspective, and yet I seem to be the world’s worst/best re-reader, limiting myself to a circuit of 5 or 6 books.Â Â This story, Stormy Weather,Â takes place in Florida, immediately following the absolute devastation ofÂ Hurricane Andrew.Â ItÂ involves a motley cast of characters, fromÂ the inherently good to the very slimiest of humanity, and also includes the escapades of severalÂ pitifulÂ escapees from a mismanagedÂ zoo (monkeys, lions, poisonous snakes, african buffalos, etc. – all enjoying their new freedom whilst exploring theÂ residential neighbourhoods of Dade County, Florida).Â Â TheirÂ stories intermingle; people die, crimes areÂ committed, a man isÂ kidnapped, quite aÂ few characters have “relations”.Â I’m 3/4 through it, and I know I’ll be finished soon – I can hardly put it down.Â HiassenÂ has several other books, hopefully of the same calibre.
In other news, but alsoÂ falling comfortably within the book category, I’ve finally been hired by Chapters.Â Its a seasonal position,Â which is just perfect considering my plan for the end of January.Â I’m absurdly excited about the job.Â Just seeing the back warehouse made me giddy.Â Towering shelves of books,Â boxes filled with books, and the overwhelming, mingled, magical scent of a million BOOKS.Â I’ll be working early mornings,Â to whichÂ I say Uugghh), but shelvingÂ sounds fun.Â Fun?Â Think I’m joking?Â Remember, this is the girl who painstakingly alphabetizes her movie collection everytime she dusts.
Well, this post has reached its conclusion.Â I’m off to help mum with dinner and to drink a glass (or 3) of delicious shiraz.Â Until the next Calling, then.
Oh, and Greg is still up north.Â SayingÂ I miss himÂ grossly understates the emotion.Â Sigh.