Some people are just baby hogs and that's all there is to it. And by baby hogs, I don't mean they're piglets. I mean they butt into my time holding a baby and that's just wrong!
But I'm not bitter.
You know what's fun, though?
It's fun when you go out of town for a few days and you come home to jillions of free books. OK, not jillions. But probably 20ish. A lady sent me Philippa Gregory's The Virgin's Lover because she knew I liked The Other Boleyn Girl. Wasn't that sweet? I love Bookcrossers. And I got a box of books that I started a few months ago. I picked out a couple of books and will be sending it on to someone else this week. Did I mention that I love Bookcrossing? I only ever PAY for books on a special occasion anymore--like the release of the new HP book. I wasn't willing to wait around for that.
So far, I've done well on avoiding spoilers--though I did read what the last word is from a contest that Scribbit was hosting. It didn't give anything away, but it did kind of shake me up a little. Not because of what the word was, but I just didn't mean to stumble across the last word.
Can anyone remind me what a "squib" is? Obviously, they're kind of second class citizens. I think they're not entirely magical, and I think there's a fairly well known character who is a squib, but I can't remember who that would be.
By the way, Ingrid over at Through My Eyes has nominated me for the Thinking Blogger Award! Since I've already done it once before, I won't nominate more blogs for it, but I did want to link back to her in appreciation for the nomination. I really enjoy her blog. Check her out.