I just started The Beekeeper’s Apprentice. The author’s notes are already more intriguing than the entirety of many mysteries I’ve read.

I’ve decided to forgive Django Wexler for tricking me* into thinking The Forbidden Library was a standalone, even though the sequel is in hardcover and I bought it anyway, and with my luck there will be at least 62 more sequels. I have decided to forgive him, because I’m also a Carnegie Mellon Alum**, and let’s face it, we’re a tricky bunch.

*Or maybe the publisher tricked me. It happens.

**Having graduated slightly after the Louisiana Purchase

“Like your premise & writing. Market saturated.” Could be worse. Maybe market will ‘unsaturated’ soon.

My shelves are full, and my books are gradually taking over every empty surface in the house, so here’s my plan: Save only the novels that are so wonderful I could read them again, and/or so wonderful I tell my friends* they have to read it, and give everything else away

*As to my enemies, to quote Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka, “You get nothing, you lose, good day, sir.”

Saw a wonderful panel at Politics and Prose* last night: Openly Gay YA. It made me laugh and cry, partly because it was so moving, but mostly because I said to myself I will NEVER write anything that important. I write wiseass. But the world could use a little more wiseass…I hope.

*Wonderful was probably redundant. Everything at P&P is wonderful.

I would like to amend my previous post about Jar City. It has moved up to the ‘Very Good Book’ category, because the ending made me cry.