I’m between books again. I picked up Zoe’s Tale by John Scalzi, but it’s a retelling of The Last Colony from the teenager’s point of view, and I’m not really in the mood for that. On the other hand, it’s a quick read (and enjoyable), so I’ll probably finish it now, rather than put it back down. But that doesn’t solve the real problem. What’s next? What am I in the mood for? And I don’t mean just for my next book. This has been kind of an aimless afternoon. We called a few Sprint stores to find out if any of them had the EVO (EVO or Evo?) in stock. None of them do. We’re thisclose to ordering them. I’m not really sure what’s holding us up right now. I read out on the deck with the dogs for a little bit, but since I’m feeling all wishy-washy about my book, I got distracted easily. I came in and watched an episode of Dead Like Me (yay Roku!), and then John asked me to play around on the electronic drumset a little, so I did that… John is installing upgrades on his studio computer, and I’d like to curl up on the couch next to him with a book, and here I am. Back to the book issue. I might be able to settle down if I had my next book all planned out. The books I really want to read, or at least the ones on my mind right now (the next Jim Butcher, the next Sherwood Smith, the next Jasper Fforde), I don’t have.
I’m making this harder than it has to be. The solution? A mystery. And I’m going with a Dorothy Sayers mystery because I haven’t read any of hers yet.