Which brings me to yesterday.
I was catching up on some blogs, including Pat Rothfuss's. He was talking about some cool swag other authors had donated to his (charity) shop, and linked to a review he had written on Goodreads of Scott Lynch's The Lies of Locke Lamora.
I read the review. I considered my reading stack (currently containing: Shantaram, Gone With the Wind, The Shadow in the North), and hopped over to my library's website to see if they had a copy in the stacks.
They did.
I looked at the clock. I had 45 minutes to make the trip. Usually I give myself an hour, as the drive can take 30-40 minutes, and it's nice not to have to rush.
The library out of the way of my route, adding at least 10 minutes to the trip. It is also next to a fancy-pants grocery store that carries a sushi I really like. Bam. Dinner problem solved.
I hauled ass to the library.
The grocery lot was packed. They had a policewoman directing traffic, as parents herded their costumed children in as part of some sort of pre-Halloween hooplah. On a Tuesday afternoon! For heaven's sake.
Gentle readers, I was faced with a choice. I could eat, or I could read.
Gentle readers, this is one of those books. It's a book I wish I was reading right now instead of eating dinner or blogging or doing homework or making my Halloween costume. It's funny. It's snappy. It's got mystery and thieves and a Venice-like city fully of plague and temples and trouble.
Read. This. Book.
