They know the world exists outside of the US. Evidence submitted as proof:
From the iGoogle home page, in honour of Australia Day.
After the excitement that is the AAs, and before I get stuck back into work, some more January books:
Touch the Dark, Karen Chance, Paranormal, 307pp: Not the highest quality writing but a great story and an interesting premise. Went straight out and bought the sequel once I’d finished it.
The Mountains of Mourning (ebook), Lois McMaster Bujold, SF: Lighter on than the other Vor-books I’ve read, as it’s really just a light mystery with no world shattering import, but a good (quick) read just the same.
Spider Lies, (not out til April from Fremantle Press), Jen Banyard, SF/Childrens, 154pp, ASIF & Fiction Focus reviews to be published: Great, quick read, excellent for kids.
A Little Magic, Nora Roberts, 293pp: 3 novellas, "Spellbound", "Ever After", "In Dreams", all set in Ireland, all a little bit magical (or a lot!). I don’t know how Nora Roberts churns out so much but still manages to write good shite. All three stories are nicely done, with enough magic to make me happy.
Predator, Patricia Cornwell, 373pp: Blech. Present tense narration didn’t work at all for me, and this series, and the cast of characters, has become ridiculously convoluted and overblown. Ick.
My friend Em posted this on Facebook – I don’t know the original reference:
Douglas Adams describes Australia – my favourite bit…
As a result of all this hardship, dirt, thirst, and wombats, you would expect Australians to be a dour lot. Instead, they are genial, jolly, cheerful, and always willing to share a kind word with a stranger, unless they are an American.
Don’t get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoyed my holidays, and catching up with people and spending so much time with family…but it’s really great to be home. 🙂
Just had a lovely hot bubble bath to soak my poor, much abused tootsies (and I have the sorest shins – damn you high heels!) and self, and leisurely read a Lois McMaster Bujold novel I picked up at Pulp Fiction on Saturday – very nice.
Now waiting for it to get late enough that I can legitimately say to children, "BEDTIME!" and fall into it myself.