I may have mentioned before that my mother turns eighty tomorrow, and by all I hear, she’s fairly healthy and hearty.
A major milestone, the only excuse for all five of her children not to be there would probably be dismemberment…and maybe even that wouldn’t fly.
So I’ve given the poor credit card a work out (we are both still sobbing), and I’m leaving this morning. I have no idea whether I’ll have internet access or not–I come by my Luddite tendencies honestly, after all, though my brothers offer me some hope there. Obviously, as you are reading this on the third wednesday of the month, no TBR Challenge review for me right now–I will try to catch up when I get back.
I’m also late with the review of Heart of Obsidian, for my Psy/Changeling review quest.¹ Talk about a difficult book to review! At least, if you don’t want to spoil the hell out of the story, which I really don’t.
Remember this? (click on the image to embiggen)
Here, let me explain.
The image to the right is all the books I’ve collected in recent months to take to my sister. At the very top of the image there are a handful that, unbeknownst to me, she already owns, so those are staying and eventually making their way to another used book store.
Oh, and the Serenity script is also mine, all mine, my preciousssssss.
The rest? Well, now…
Perhaps it’s better if I show you.
To the left, what I couldn’t cram in the stingy fifty pound suitcase and thirty pound carry on I’m allowed. I’m taking approximately 80 pounds of books–151 books, give or take one–in lieu of things like oh, clothes or shoes. I’m going to look homeless at my mother’s 80th birthday party, but hey, it’s just my siblings and their families. They have known me for almost half a century, so if they are not used to my quirks by now…
Wish me luck–in theory, there’s no customs restriction on used books, but considering the sheer number of them… This is also the first time I leave the country in five and a half years, and only the second time since I got my permanent residency, so I’m also (probably stupidly) more than just a tad nervous about the return trip. Seriously, wish me luck–and I’ll see you on the other side.
¹ Sounds more impressive than it is; I’m just trying to catch up in my reviews before Shards of Hope, the fourteenth book, comes out on June 2nd.