Back from California. Whew! I didn't bring the camera, but here is a photo of Emily with one of the aforementioned tarantulas that she is clearly not afraid of. I've got a new nickname for her: because of the snake brain thing in the last post, it's Dr. Death. One of her grad students caught 8 rattlesnakes this weekend and the poor things were all bound for the lab to have their brains removed. Not that I have a great love in my heart for venomous snakes, but it just seemed a little depressing to me that these 8 snakes, going about their day, were suddenly about to lose their brains. I know it's for science, and it's really interesting research they're doing, but kind of sad anyway. Can't help but think what Magpie Windwitch would think! Heartless mannies!
Anyway, gorgeous weekend in California while it rained here in Oregon. Did a little wine tasting in Paso Robles, cruised over to Morro Bay for the Harbor Festival where my mom and sister and I got Obama temporary tattoos on our cheeks. Ate some saltwater taffy, of course. I can't go to the beach without getting taffy! I read another Cybils nominee on the plane home, but wasn't wild enough about it to write about it here.
I'm not a book reviewer. I've realized what I am is a book recommender. I think it was Sarah Stevenson who made that distinction at the blog conference. Totally me. I only want to mention a book if I loved it; I'm not comfortable being critical or even "meh" about another author's very hard work. So, I'm on to the next one! That, and I have a lot of my own work to do, like get the last few details of Silksinger sorted out and sent back to my editor, not to mention phone-banking tonight (hoping not to have any repeats of last week), plus my mother-in-law is coming to visit in a few days, my roots need to be empinked, and I'm giving a presentation at the Oregon/Washington joint school librarian's conference on Friday. Totally looking forward to that: I [heart] librarians! Oh yeah, and I have a new line of Laini's Ladies to design, and there's the new book that won't write itself. Sigh. Can someone please freeze time?
Oh, from Emily, another cool/icky photo, depending on your personal interests. A scorpion giving its babies a ride: