Hello, lovely people! What have you been up to this past week?
I took some much-needed time off and I hope I’ll be returning to a normal blogging schedule from now on. I read some books, most of which were romances that I will probably never review because they were quite average, but I enjoyed their comforting repetitiveness all the same.
I also read Storm Front by Jim Butcher, which I liked a lot, but there’s this teeny-tiny fact that the series now has FIFTEEN published titles with more to come. Now these aren’t your average 700-page fantasy books, that’s true, they’re more manageable lenght-wise (so it’s not like tackling The Wheel of Time), but it’s still intimidating. I’m not entirely sure I want to read 14 more books about a slightly greasy-haired wizard named Harry (well, I would, but only if his surname started with a P…). I’m still on the fence on whether or not I should buy the next novel in the series.
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Christmas is around the corner and while I still haven’t done any serious shopping for my friends and family, I did assemble the gift for The Broke and the Bookish Secret Santa exchange. I’ll be mailing it on Monday and I really hope the recipient likes it! I also can’t wait for my gift to arrive – I lovelovelove gifts of all shapes and sizes and I don’t think I’ll be able to wait until Christmas to open it.
I’m not sure the photo of our tiny tree is good enough to showcase the ornaments, but there’s a snowy white owl on the top instead of an angel, and a cucumber-shaped ornament as well. I like odd-shaped Christmas decorations.
Christmas was never a huge holiday in my family when I was growing up – we have our own version of Santa in Slovenia (and I guess in other Slavic, ex-socialist countries as well? I never checked…), Dedek Mraz – or Father Frost, as he likes to be called in English. We got our gifts on December 31, and they always magically appeared under the tree at some point during the evening, so my brother and I were always sad we’d just missed the old guy who flew by our balcony to drop off our gifts.
This year, our baby is still too little to care about bearded old men carrying gifts (he’s 3.5 months old now), but I can’t wait to do the whole hiding-the-gifts-and-sneaking-around routine in the years to come.
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How are your Christmas preparations coming along?
What’s the weirdest ornament hanging on your tree?