Happy New Year's Eve, everyone!!!
Today we're wrapping up Christmas musings in preparation for obligatory New Year posts, including 2016 Goals, Book Challenges, Looking Back: December, etc.
This is it.
The ONLY Christmas picture of the adorable hubby and I from this year's festivities. And technically, it wasn't even taken during Christmas. This picture was taken on Dec. 22nd, while we were having dinner with family in Houston.
You know why we only have one picture? Because the following morning (Dec. 23rd) until appx. Dec. 28th, I felt and looked like the Crypt Keeper.
This is not an exaggeration.
I put on an act for about a day, acting like I was peachy keen on the outside while inwardly raging a cosmic battle, attempting to mentally hijack my body into NOT BEING SICK. Alas, it was not to be. I was a walking parasite, hacking and sneezing and snorting, spreading festive bacterium cheer throughout the land. Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.
Despite my obvious infestations, I had an AMAZING Christmas holiday!!!!
Star Wars marathons, Scrabble games, day-long PJ parties, and priceless time spent with family? YES, PLEASE!! It was relatively easy to ignore that bedside table filled with used Kleenexes and half-empty (or half-full, for the optomistic crowd) bottle of Afrin when there was Hubby's prime rib, Mama's rolls, and Mummy's dressing to be had!
TheUnapologeticNerd's Christmas Book Haul!
The sweet husband knows my love language. That being said, I received a massive pile of Easton Press books for my Christmas presents this year. Needless to say, my love for him is stronger then ever. He is my lobster.
- The Poems of Robert Browning
- Moby Dick - Herman Melville
- The Scarlett Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
- Paradise Lost - John Milton
- Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFUL?!?!?!!? *high-pitched, obnoxious squeal*
But what's hilarious is that while I immediately fell head-over-heels, unreasonably in love with these books, only one upon unwrapping made me burst into ugly, scrunchy-faced, blotchy sobs. And it was NONE of the above.
It was this one:
Robin McKinley's The Blue Sword, the somewhat-ish sequel to The Hero and the Crown.
Only a select few who know my heart of hearts can know the true depth of my love of Robin McKinley. For the rest of you, I've prepared a rated list of things I love most:
- Adorable Hubby
- Family, specifically those who share my love of Star Wars & Star Trek
- Verdell - my soul sister in puppy form
- Robin McKinley
- John Williams' soundtracks
- Red wine
- Books by Sarah J. Maas
- Family who doesn't like Star Wars/Star Trek (#sorrynotsorry)
I read The Hero and the Crown over 20 times as a child. I couldn't get enough. And so many times I prayed for McKinley to write a sequel, just so I'd know what happened to Aerin and Luthe and Tor and that DAMNED ADORABLE HORSE!!
While it IS a first edition copy *snap*, it isn't an Easton Press. It's not gilded with golden edging. Or bound in leather. It's been in a high school library, and obviously mauled by a miniature animal. Canine, most likely.
It's stained and beaten to hell. But when I saw it, I immediately started crying.