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So I decided to read Knife of Dreams, because I was curious about one of the characters, and just accepted that I would probably be lost in the beginning because it's been so long since I read its prequel. But I totally WAS NOT!!! *happy dance* This is beautiful. I'm a little over halfway through at the moment, which is nothing on how quickly I used to read, but it's very damn fast for my current circumstances (only able to read while Morgan's asleep, otherwise she has to be right there in my lap and wanting to turn the pages for me). The situation with my character has not been completely resolved, but we've got a hint ( Spoiler )

which made me bounce in my seat and makes me want to skip the parts covering everyone else. Not that I would need much pushing to skim over Elayne's parts. She alone has made me want to snap the book shut in disgust several times already. She was never even close to being my favorite, but she's so much worse since... Yeh, better cut this. ( Spoilery rant on the b*tchy Daughter-Heir who gets herself into trouble and then blames other people )

So, anyway... Other than Elayne, the book is excellent so far.

Off to have leftover pumpkin pie for breakfast!

*edited in the afternoon* And a turkey sandwich for lunch. I think the aftermath of Thanksgiving is better than the event, itself!

Plus now I have no compunctions about throwing myself into the whole Christmastime attitude (I hate it when people do this before Thanksgiving).

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Had an interesting dream last night... (I remembered one, yay!) It was my wedding - well, my next wedding, this was not a memory. It started in the Presbyterian Church in Topeka (which has gourgeous stained-glass windows done by Tiffany). I was in this ivory, bustled 1880's/'90's dress I'd seen in the fashion museum in Florence, and there were tiny red flowers mixed into the white ones in my bouquet. I thought, "Red and white; huh, Christmasy" and the whole scene suddenly shifted. Still a wedding, but now it was on the top floor of some building, in front of a huge bay of windows looking out over a bay and a city at night. My dress was now strapless and no-doubt-about-it white, with either a lace overlay or embroidery on the bodice or something like that. My husband-to-be is conveniently (frustratingly) indistinct in both these scenes. The officiant instructs us to kiss, which we do, and suddenly there are fireworks outside the window, cars honking on the street below, champagne corks popping behind us, and all of our guests cheering, "Happy New Year!" Now, cool as that might be, who gets married at midnight, I ask you?

The really weird thing is that I felt like a totally different person in each scene. I knew that I was still me in both of them (because every now and then my mental camera pans out to show me in third-person view), but in the first I felt relaxed and content, and in the second, I was more bubbly/giggly happy.

I totally want that first dress, though.